2009-11-9 Welcome home, dear hearts, welcome home!
Hey everybody… come out on the front porch or the drive… chairs and little stools for setting. One rocking chair… and kids, I’ve had it for years… comfy and adjustable that rocker. I want to thank all of you for your kind thots (Well except for a couple of people who shall remain nameless for the moment! I’ll tell on them later!) lloll
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THE FOLLOWING IS FROM THE ROTTEN KID AND ROVING REPORTER/GUEST COLUMNIST! DONNA IN MAUI!
Coconut Wireless to Emom’s Mountain News…Newsflash on BBB (Bamboo Bulletin Board) this a.m. reads as follows. SUNDAY...11-8-09...Barking Doggie Commando alerts Local Mountain Woman. Pistol Packin LOMOWO hears man's voice..."Help me...Groans...says Needs Help." Revved Up LOMOWO makes 911 Kawobonga call to Richmond.
Lights...Camera...Action...LOMOWO scouts immediate area in truck...on foot.
Yelling and listening are responded to by fire power. Muddled address mess adds to confusion. Trooper arrives...says suspected neighbor Loon Mr. A is not the groaning man.
MYSTERY ABOUNDS. Who fired shots? Who groaned and said help? Man?...beast?...too much Vanilla Drinking by LOMOWO? Answer pending/LOMOWO spent/Sheriff's Dept going hmmmmm.
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Where do I start today. Donna’s questions are just a few of many I rec’d about yesterday’s News… lolol I mean, the situation was serious as far as I was concerned but I had to laff because of the circumstances.
Re: Mr. A was stabbed… Don’t know by whom… where it occurred nor exactly when! The mountain telegraph is in motion but no info coming in yet.
Then yesterday early afternoon, I called Dotty and Butch answered the phone. (Did I mention Butch is one of mine?) Anyway, Butch tells me he’s on his way up to get the chickens. I was down to 6… the last doodle disappeared. Ok, see ya in a bit…
I had asked Butch if he would take the chickens and he said he would. I can’t take care of them this winter… Just not able and I sure can’t run the risk of slipping and falling if we have ice/snow storms this winter. Well, ratz. I missed the crowing of the roosters and the hens cackling this morning.. Viva threw a hissy fit down at the pen though. Barking and looking around the pen. I bet she’s gone down there to look a dozen times or more.
I think in her mind, the chicks were on her duty roster and now they are missing.
Well, Butch finally comes chugging up the road in his old red pick up! He goes thru the pack greeting! Comes up on the porch and says… “I think they (the dogs) like me!
Of course, instead of saying Hey, how are ya? I take my favorite quote from Star Trek..The Trouble With Tribbles… “Well, there’s no accounting for taste.” And throw it at him!
Butch replies, I got taste…
Yup. Bad and no class! me
Butch comes up and plops his buns in the comfy rocker. We got to fussing back and forth about who has the worst running pick up… his or mine. We decided that mine was the noisiest and his was the worst running. Lolol
Then here comes Clayton… Clayton works for Butch as a handy man when needed. So now, I have two visitors on the front porch along with the six pack + one!!!
Butch tell Clay to go down and start stuffing hens and roosters into a dog carrier. OK… Off Clay goes, down the hill on his 4 wheeler. Not 5 mins and Clay is back without chickens and sans dog carrier!
Discussion follows: Them mf’s bit me! Bit me on both hands! Especially the setting hen! I fell off the chair… Butch was giggling and Clay was still complaining. Butch says come on, I’ll show you how to do it!
I am squalling but I DID manage to get out,… wait.. let me get the camera… I come racing into the house…grab the cam and go flying out the back door, down the steps, around the mimosa, down the hill thru the back yard. Just a hustling, me!
By the time I got to the pen, the two adult males (trust me, that ain’t saying much at the time) and the dog carrier were inside the main gate.
I plop my buns on a milk crate, put my pop can along side and start crying! I got so tickled I almost wet myself! It got worse… Clay almost fell over trying to reach and grab one chicken. Got a pic of that! Well, I couldn’t breath! I also discovered I can’t take a picture worth a dime when I have the giggles…Steady cam and hysterical giggles just ain’t compatible at all!
I got bonked on the head by a flying rooster. I just put my head down and sobbed. Clay was cussing and Butch was grinning for all he was worth… I have pondered since they left whether I had been assigned to a looney bin without my knowing… my problem with that? I seem to fit!
Here’s some pix of them two idiots in the chickyduck pen… enjoy!
view link Butch and a hen!
view link Clayton and the cage!
view link Two adult males… Clay taking a nose dive to his left! Lolololol
Tears are running again! OMG! Take care all of mine and go in safety always. Remember the world, in its way, has a sense of the ridiculous! Lololol
Many hugs, much love and loads of lafter… The still has an achy stomach meems!