So, the other day, I stepped away from the office, try to clear my head and find some greens for the goats. They bawl when they're hungry.
Anyhow, before I got to the goats I went into the chicken house scrounging around for eggs, but the birds lay fewer eggs as the days get shorter. so I only got a single egg.
While I checked each nest, I stepped in fresh chicken poop, while I was wearing my nice Italian loafers; the kind that have a woven leather topside that allows the squishy stuff to ooze inside my shoes. I scraped off as much of the crap as I could and went to the goat pen.
The goats were very frisky that morning, which is another way to say they were being difficult. I had to grab the male by the horns, hold him still so I could snap the leader line to his collar. The female is easier and has better self control, but she takes her cues from the male. So if he decides to misbehave, she will copy him, because that's what goats do.
As I am fighting with the goats to get their leashes on, I got the leader line twisted around my wrist, while they pulled in separate directions, increasing the tension of the cable. This is kind of painful.
I finally got the two of them secured and ready to move to the high grass. I've got a 1/2 inch of compacted chicken poop on the soles my shoes. My wrist hurts from trying to put the goats out to pasture.
I looked up and saw a commercial jet flying from the southwest to the northeast. It was a beautiful blue sky that day, not a single cloud between me and that airliner; 30,000 feet overhead. I thought about the passengers on that flight, especially the ones in first class who were looking out the window.
You know, where ever that plane is going, I'm certain I've been there, done that, and I wouldn't trade my contentious critters and stinking shoes for all the first class seats in the world.
I find new slivers in my fingers each day, I have dodged black widow spiders reaching for the light switch in the barn. There is a smell coming out of the barn that I just cannot identify the source. The barn roof leaks...... a lot when it rains, even when it drizzles.
But I have also sat in rush hour traffic, watching the guy in the SUV next me talking on his cell phone or burrowing a finger up one of his nostrils Or having that uncomfortable feeling that the 32 ounces of coffee I drank less than an hour ago are now past ready be passed.
I have also been to offices that feel more like a library, where exceeding a hush tone on phone call will cause the cubicle gophers to pop their heads over their respective walls.
The grass isn't greener on the other side of the fence
So, taking it all in perspective, I have no complaints.
