Life is usually pretty darn good here. We may not be rolling in the dough but we've got food and shelter and family. Our distractions are our livestock and gardens, our weekly skeet shoot, seasonal hunting, you know, farm stuff. Every once in a while, farming is a great disappointment. Today for instance, was a bad day. It was like the rest of the country here last night, damn cold. This morning wasn't any different. I woke up to my pot of coffee and cigarette like usual, looked over at my window garden to see the first stab of the day. Half my garden was kitten damaged. Seems the small evil orange spawn I saved from freezing to death a month ago decided to help me garden. I walked around the corner of the kitchen island and about stepped in a pile of goo. Seems his sister helped him and is now ill. I've spent most the day following her around with paper towels, the poor thing. She bit me good when I medicated her with the scours stuff. They are just 10 or so weeks old so I just can't throw them out and I don't have the heart to kill them. Tip of the ice berg tho. My thoroughbred broodmare decided she was upset about something and kicked a hole in my barn wall. I got pecked by the English Game Cock and one of my buck rabbits didn't make it thru the night. He seemed alright the night before, oh well.
I'm still sporting this flu/cold or whatever it is so I'm not in the best of moods anyway so today was just a bad day all around. At least my bread and venison roast came out good. It's just coming on 8pm and I'm wiped out. Daughter will need picked up in town around 9:30 so I can't put an end to the day yet.