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The Mash-capade

7/2/2014

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I spent the day raking yesterday's grass clippings into piles, picking the piles up, and depositing them in either a) the compost pile that I rebuilt for the second time today or b) the regular old fashioned 'haystack' next to the compost bin. (To give you a little idea of how much grass that was, the bottom of the stack is probably 5-6 feet across and it is almost as tall as I am.)

In case you are wondering, yes, I did get a little sunburned out there today (I was wearing a sleeveless shirt), but my hat only blew off once; I had to catch it a couple of times as the wind attempted to lift it off my pate to be sure...but still only one actual blow off isn't bad. :)

When I got done with the grass clean-up (for lack of a better phrase), I fed the chickens--first my Rangers and then Katherine's birds. (Side track real quick here. One of her hens got out while I was picking up the grass piles, so I got off the mower [I was using it as a mule for the little green trailer] and chased that ridiculous 'fraidy-cat bird around and around [thankfully, I managed to keep her headed off from the corn field!]. I did finally catch her and dump her back into the paddock. The rooster was busy making all kinds of threatening noises while this escapade went on...)

Anyway, as I was coming back from feeding the Rangers (who are still "peepers" at this point at four and a half weeks), I had a 'dyspraxia' moment that would have been the funniest thing to see. (Okay, so whether it really was dyspraxia or just that my hands were tired from using a rake or pitch-fork all day, I don't know--but dyspraxia sounds more dramatic...)

I had a bucket of new-made mash in each hand...and instead of putting one bucket down like I usually do, I figured that I would open the door with the bucket still in my hand (I have done this before; and call me lazy if you like, but I really didn't want to bend over an extra time if I didn't have to.) 

Well, I reached out with my left hand and the next thing I know, I was hearing a thud and I was covered from head to toe (literally) in mashy water! The focus of the 'blast' was on my left-side, which is a good thing because I still had my pistol strapped on (right side because of the holster). Thankfully, the pistol didn't get wet. I did still have my hat on (of course) and it functioned as something of a backsplash--only I would have preferred it if it hadn't. What hit underside of my hat brim (there was none on top), just blew back into my face. 

Spitting little hunks of corn and soybeans out of my mouth, my eyes squinted most of the way shut, I opened the garage door, put the buckets of mash down (see, I still had to bend over that extra time!), and then opened the door into the house and hollered at Katherine to please come take my pistol off so I could go clean myself up. She did and I went to the spigot and washed my face off...

After that, I took the time to splash enough water on the door to wash that off and then I progressed into the feeding the hens/gathering the eggs (only eight today). 

I have talent. Messy talent....

     Racheal

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