COLD FACTS

BURRS WINTER FROSTED MARCH 2018 BARLEY DARTS

Even when they sparkle, thistles and thorns remain thistles and thorns.  While some prefer to be deceived, we’ll remain thankful for the cold facts.

DALLAS WALK OUT

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Dallas, our juvenile bull, staged a walk out.  Ironically, it was this week.  And in all fairness, it was easy and looked like a good idea.

Of course, the grass often looks greener on the other side.  And Dallas enjoyed every minute of his protest.  However, he also lived to regret it.

Only a short-time later, Dallas became desperate.  He longed for the basics of real security.  The same security he’d taken for granted.  And the same security that had been paid for, by the sacrifices of others.

Now that it was gone, Dallas would pay a price.  He had to fight to get back what he’d walked away from.  Alas, it was much harder, and far more painful, than a walk out.

GREEN WITH ENVY

RUTABAGA COMMERCIAL MARCH 2018 BARLEY DARTS

Yes, I envy Southern folks.  Their Spring gardens are already planted.  While they are plodding in warm soil, I’m treading on thin ice.

Yet, I’m still thankful it’s March.  And I refuse to see anything but green.  In fact, I’m determined that plants will pop up here, there, and everywhere… inside the house.

Instead of stir-crazy, I get a little seed crazy this time of year.  Guess, I’m not alone.  Maybe, I’ll just blame it on the sunlight.

FOURTEEN

PIGLETS 14 MARCH 2018 BARLEY DARTS

Wednesday’s Word is fourteen.  That’s how many piglets we have so far.  Mama Lily  and Mama Speckles farrowed, just a day apart.

We had thought each sow and her piglets would keep to themselves; in their own little worlds.  But, they soon taught us about communal pig piles.  The piglets benefit from the additional heat of others.  And the sows benefit, too.

While one mama is nursing, she’s also becomes a babysitter.  The other sow is then free to go shopping for a tasty snack.  As for Natasha, she’s still a lady in waiting and hasn’t farrowed, yet.  But, she’s due any day now…

DARBY BUCKLING

 

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My name is Darby.  I’m a male, baby goat.  My mom and dad weren’t purebreds.  So, if I were a dog, that’d make me a mutt.  I was born a twin.  My brother’s name was Kelby.  He only lived for a few hours.  But, I was strong.  And now, I’m a week old.  I spend my time drinking milk, napping, and bouncing in the sunshine.

MONDAY MEMOIR: IMPOSSIBLE

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Impossible!  I thought.  But, I recognized her.  She’d been my son’s teammate.  The last time we had really talked, she was a little girl who’d come to play with our goats.  That was a decade ago.  But, honestly, I didn’t feel that old.  Looking at her uniform now, however, there was no denying this gal was a dental hygienist.  Yet, I continued to wrestle with the fact that she was an adult.  Still, and whether I believed it possible or not, she was all grown up.  And she assisted the dentist with my root canal.

Impossible!  Before the dentist began, this gal suggested that I watch a movie.  As I reclined, it would be played on a digital image screen, “on the ceiling” above my head.  It was the exact same one that, moments earlier, had been “on the wall” with photos of my teeth.  I was told it would entertain me; the whole time.  I laughed and scoffed at the idea.  However, I decided to humor her, anyway.  I chose a nature documentary.  Ironically, it was on mountain goats.

Impossible!  I mumbled (and drooled), as I watched adult goats scale vertical cliffs.  Had my mouth not already been wedged open, it would’ve dropped when the baby goats followed.  They dangerously slipped and slid, with marble-like pebbles underfoot.  I just knew that they’d fail and fall.  And I was certain, they’d be broken and shattered on the unforgiving ground, thousands of feet below.  I wondered, would it be an instant or a slow and painful death?  Yet, the baby goats held their ground.  They didn’t fall.  I questioned why.  Perhaps, the answer had something to do with their special hooves, vision, and youthful agility.  And perhaps, they’d never been told that it was impossible to do what they were doing.

Impossible!  Yet, my root canal was done.  Indeed, the movie had made the time pass more quickly.  I was also surprised when the hygienist asked about our homestead.  After all, she’d only visited once, ten years ago.  Then I realized that for her, that ten years was a long time ago.  So, I pulled a telephone out of my pocket.  And on it, I showed her pictures and videos of our goats.  If there had been another camera on our goats’ pen, she’d have watched them “live”, too.  (No, the goats weren’t dead.  I mean “live” as in, real-time and not previously recorded.)

Impossible!  The dental hygienist then shared her own homestead hopes.  Her income, little by little, would contribute to her dreams.  Even her partner didn’t discourage her.  In fact, he worked on farms, in the summer months.  And maybe, just maybe, one day her homestead would be close to where she grew up.  Perhaps, it’d be so close, she’d live in her childhood home.

Impossible!  Only two days later, another young someone told me of her homestead dreams.  She said she wanted healthier food for herself and family.  Meanwhile, her spirit cried out for the direct connection to chickens, ducks, pigs, cows, and goats.  After all, she grew up in touch with lots of critters on her grandparents’ farm.  It was a farm that had been built, little by little, over decades.  It required sacrifices, hard work, and persistence.  Still, some folks doubt that such a farm and it’s massive barn was built by a young man with a passionate dream.

Impossible!  She said she still remembered her first chicken and a duck.  In fact, they’d been gifts from her parents… when she was a little girl… decades and decades ago.  But, it could’ve been the fairy tale without the happy ending.  Why?  The family dog ate her chicken.

Impossible!  Decades later, this gal has a score of chickens, but her dog protects them.  And her heart has bubbled over with the addition of baby ducks.  Now, she’s wondering if pigs, cows, or goats would be possible, too…

 

“Never tell a young person that anything cannot be done.  God may have been waiting centuries for someone ignorant enough of the impossible to do that very thing.” – G.M. Trevelyan

SUNDAY SILENCE: 31

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