All of this meant that when the nice man came to deliver our wood, A.'s hands were covered in blood and he had a bucket of bloody squirrel bits next to him as he whacked off tails and feet with the cleaver; I was in my slippers running around with a barefoot child to take down the Deterrent, direct the man where to dump the load of wood from his truck, and write him a check; the dogs were hanging around because they wanted those squirrel bits or the peanut butter and bread that Cubby was eating; and the sheep were milling around maaing and waiting for their chance to eat the nice flowering plants the MiL has in pots near the house. Plus, the chickens were out near the patio scratching around.
Welcome to life at Blackrock. It's never dull, at least.
What, no picture?
ReplyDeleteWord verification: chincu -- The small herb you plant on Chia pets.
Poor guy must have thought he had taken a step back in time.
ReplyDeleteLet me tell 'ya'll a story 'bout a man named Jed.....poor mountaineer....barely kept his family fed.....welcome to Beverly...Hills that is
ReplyDelete(Blackrock version)......hee hee Beth
word verification- aminguts
where the squirrle tail is
I wasn't going to do my word verification.....but with guts being in it ...I couldn't pass that one up.
Dull is overrated. Dull lives make for dull blogs. Yours will never be either.
ReplyDeleteWhat does squirrel taste like? Mary in MN
ReplyDeleteWell, hopefully the firewood guy knows you enough to not worry about returning safely from his delivery.
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