The sun is shining...the birds are singing...and Eldest and I decided to declare today pajama day since we had so much hoopla going on yesterday. Since it's still cold out, I put my coveralls on over my p.j.'s to do morning chores, came back in, peeled them off, put my robe on, and started playing Words on facebook. It's an addiction. No big deal...
Then we heard a honk in the driveway and looked out to see Matt the Dog Warden in his pick-up truck. We did a quick rock, paper, scissors to see who was going out and I lost. I did have my longer robe on, but I also opted for the winter jacket, and padded out there in my slippers. I tried to fix my hair up a bit too, but that was a lost cause. Just what I wanted to do, show off my sense of morning style with a faded green robe, pink long underwear peeking out from the bottom, fuzzy slippers, and my brown and pink jacket. Coffee breath brought it all together. I was styl'in!
Matt is a great guy. He came by to see how Josie, Lucy, and Alice are doing and also give me some information on "the case." He is still surprised that the incident happened at all, because around here dogs attacking larger livestock is a very rare thing. Chickens, yes, larger animals, no. He said there was a dog kiling hogs incident a long time ago. Throughout our conversation all I could think about was my fetching attire. When I went out I did apologized for meeting him in my pajamas, and he made me laugh when he got out of the truck and told me not to worry about it, look what he's wearing. Of course, he was wearing his dog warden wear which consists of black shoes, black pants, black jacket with his name on it in case he had an attack of amnesia and couldn't remember it...total coordination.
We had a nice conversation about yesterday's incident, the process in general, and whatever came to mind. Like I said in the beginning, the sun is shining...the birds are singing...so there was lots to talk about. He was also munching on some potato chips, which really made me hungry. Now I have a hankering for salty chips. Hey Hon, if you get to reading this before you head on home today, stop at the grocery and pick me up a bag...or two...and a chocolate bar
I'm the queen of our farm, although the animals haven't figured that out yet. My title is Head Chicken Wrangler, but most days I'm called Mom. Life is a comedy and I plan on documenting it.