Psalms for the soul part 2


psalm 139 9 10


Life on the farm …


what a morning! Up at 6:30 to see the new kitties. MIA They escaped their humble crate and are going to make someone very happy. I was getting ready to hang out laundry while trying to get the stench out of our home from the 6 chicks and 6 guinea hens that have been living in our laundry room. I moved their box outside.
Angel our excellent BIRD dog smashed their box and lifted the lid to free the unlucky bird that decided to test its wings. She had it in her mouth and it escaped fortunately under the truck into the rim. After unsuccessfully trying to capture the little pecking joy with a net and a plastic box… I called in the bird whisperer. She came, she calmly talked, she captured, snuggled and saved our guinea hen who is slobbered on and safely back in her box with the cover with her other winged siblings. whew!

Confessions from a Country Girl

I grew up on a dairy farm in Idaho, though I never had to do any hard work. I got to play which is great when you are a kid! We left the farm though when I was still young so even though I played in cow poo and mud, I still had a problem with snakes and spiders.

We are now living in my dream home on 7 plus acres and I feel restful. Happy. Fulfilled!

This morning as I was preparing second breakfasts for my daughter while she put on all of her “Goojelery”,  and there was a spider see.

I quickly grabbed a black rubber boot in a quiet freak out mode of, “ew! ew! ew!” and killed that sucker! Then I threw it in the toilet, flushed it smiling a fretful smile of victory as I walked briskly to get my phone.

I texted my Dear Husband and asked what kind of spider it was!

He wrote back, “Was it fuzzy or glossy?”

I wrote back.
said he.

“Glossy probably Black Widow. Fuzzy means probably jumping spider.”

All I know is Spiders in my house with black furry or glossy bodies are not going to make it!

Spider: 0 Country Girl: 1

And that is all about it.