Mercy sakes alive, I had the best of times last night.
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only." Charles Dickens
We had young peoples, and everyone but one family came, and we just had a real good time. Playing pictionary (our way), and hanging out.
(Yeah...)
Yesturday I went to a funeral...
Two funeral's, actually.
One - my ingenious self has been absorbed in insect related things lately. Insects, nature, yeah. So I went to the creek to observe Skunk Cabbage and birds. (Okay, not skunk cabbage - it was just there.) Anyway, I was looking at some really pretty yellow birds, when this awesome beetle flies up and lands right beside me. I'm all still and everything, just looking at it, when
oh
okay, so this stupid stupid chcken of ours, Henny, followed me down to the creek. (Yeah, she followed me down to the creek. Stupid, stupid animsl.) And guess what? Right when I was checking out this beetle, she walks up and plucks it right into her mouth, swollows it, and then looks at me with my jaw slack. You could read her mind: she cocked her and said, "What?" just so innocently.
Rrrr.
Anyway, the other funeral I went to was really sad.
I had just walked out the door to go on my beetle hunt, when Knuffle Fluffy, our cat, flies down to the barn and captures something, poking it, spinning it up in the air, and the like.
I went over to her, and just about smashed her into the side of the barn. She was killing a Shrew! I yelled at her and then poked her with a stick to keep her away while I scooped the little mouse up in my skirt.
Walking to the shop, I noticed the little thing had several wounds from earlier, and a few fresh ones from a moment ago. I got to the shop, put the Shrew on a service manual sitting on a table, (my dad's a car fixer upper guy a.k.a. mechanic ) and anyway, I put on some of his Latex gloves and got to work getting the little girl breathing again.
Psh.
Didn't work.
She died, and I rolled her up in a paper towel and burried her.
I tried to get some pictures of the funeral on here, but they won't load. Maybe next time. =)
