We strive to live with nature (and make a living at the same time). One of the side effects of living this way is frequent chuckling fits. Here are some examples.
Yesterday I got to drive Blue. He is the newest truck we have and is not used for daily chores, but is saved for things like picking up supplies from the feed store and hauling a trailer full of cattle to new fields. On rare occasions he pulls a trailer over the Cascades or down the coast to get new breeding stock of cattle or sheep or pigs.
Well, imagine my surprise when I was shutting the tail gate and noticed small round poo in the bed. Now I recognized that shape, and had a fleeting image of sheep in the bed of the truck. That image lasted about as long as the sheep would have stayed in that situation. I laughed. What could it be? The only other animal would be deer. What would deer be doing in the truck bed? Then I noticed directly behind the cab a handful of feed (apparently spilled from a previous trip). Ah ha! One of the deer that blesses us with frequent visits must have decided that spilled feed was worth jumping into the bed of Blue. The image of the deer contently eating free food in the bed of a truck without interruption (a hunter’s dream) has been in my mind ever since and makes me chuckle every time I think of it.
About a week ago I was walking past the chick houses at dawn when I spied a familiar, ominous shape standing on a cross piece on the floor of an open door. Usually this hoop house would be full of chickens, but today it only held the feed buckets full and ready with which to fill feeders. My heart skipped a little as I thought about chicks being pecked off one by one by the young hawk that was waiting patiently. My anger turned to relief as it flew off. On second thought I was confused when I remembered there were no chicks in that hoop house waiting there to be breakfast. Finally I laughed and was grateful when I realized the hawk’s breakfast was mice – not chicks.
One of the funniest creatures we share our farm with are the opossums. They are slow and unpredictable. One day I was just working around the place as usual and found a opossum had walked of the porch into a clean trash bucket left right next to the porch. Now let me explain, our deck provided that opossum 112 lineal feet to use as a way to get off that porch. That opossum chose the one lineal foot that would land it smack into a bucket that it could not get out of. What really tickles me is that this has happened twice!
Yes, farming is routine and boring, like many other jobs, but if I pay attention, I am rewarded with a good chuckle and a good story to share.