Mucks and More; A Night on the Farm

Not only do we both farm here, but we are both students at the local University, and I am finishing up my Bachelor's Degree with a Holocaust Class online.




While writing a paper tonight, I could not concentrate, and loving the rain as I do and missing it during this drought we've had, I decided to take advantage of the storm, clear my head and go out to replace a blown light at the front of the house a bit after midnight.



Remember, this was in a downpour. I ask my farm husband where the ladder might be and, of course, it is up on the hill at the barn. I put on flip flops, very un-farmerly of me, and head up in the cool rain to find the said ladder.



Try walking up a muddy, steep hill in the dark in flip flops. I'm a mess once I make it up. I land in the mud more than once.



Upon arriving in the barn, I fumble for a few moments trying the plug the lights in, and finally, I am able to see the sopping wet and motley crew that compose my herd.



They are starring at me as if I'm insane, and I suppose to trudge out after midnight in 35 degree weather and in the rain looking for a ladder to replace a light that has been blown for months might make me just that.



The mares are drenched, looking like they just now remember the barn offered shelter. The donkeys were standing under the eve eating hay through the fence that is supposed to keep them out of the it, the bucks . . .



HEY! I only see one buck, Ace. That isn't good. Where is Willow. . .Oh! I bet. Yes, there he is. I find him sleeping with the does. Not good. I do not want him breeding any of them, but since they are just sleeping, maybe we are safe. How did he get in there, anyway?



I proceed to grab his horns and drag him out, him fighting me the whole way.



Now I am not only muddy, but I smell like a male goat. Gross.



I notice the only animal who is dry is our fine heifer, Stella. Who says cows aren't

highly intelligent? The dogs, horses and donkeys did not have enough sense to stay dry the past few hours, but Stella is in a stall warm and dry.



Anyway, where is my ladder? It is, of course, out in the rain.



So, I come down, put the light in, realize it is only 60 watts and not bright enough, but I leave it and come in. What am I doing now? Righting a paper? Of course now, I'm writing a blog. That is all that trip inspired me to do.