I have to say, earlier today, I was sort of surprised at how much stuff I have done. It doesn't feel right. You know what I mean? It kind of has me worried that I must be forgetting something. Something big. I keep looking at my list, and as far as I can tell, I only have a few things left. I have to wrap up my cookie making. Make some hot cocoa mix. I need to wrap a few gifts. Then, go do some grocery shopping on Monday. I guess that may sound like a lot, but to me it is totally manageable. Can things really be going that smoothly?
Who am I kidding?
Nothing goes that easy.
You know why?
I went to the chicken barn tonight and found a dead guinea. I didn't see any marks or bites on the thing. It sort of appears that the little thing had a heart attack or possibly ran head first into something and broke it's neck. Weird. I looked around and quickly spotted the neighbor's cat in a panic. You see, the cat couldn't get out because I was in the way. I promptly shut the door behind me and grabbed the broom. I may, or may not, have beat the crap out of that cat with my broom. I can say that he made it to the door and was headed for home the last time I saw him. After catching my breath, I went about filling feeders and gathering eggs, only to turn around and have my heart jump out of my chest.
Hiding in the corner.
Can this be happening?
I don't know how I didn't get sprayed while I may, or may not, have beat the crap out of the neighbor's cat with a broom. I am certain there were some words spoken rather loudly while that incident was, or wasn't, taking place. I mean, I seriously dodged a bullet on that one. After regaining my composure, I locked my chickens and guineas up in the main section of their coop. I then proceeded to bait and set the trap. I then placed the trap in the same section as the skunk. Feeding the rope that I keep tied to the trap outside, and securely attaching it to the latch on the door.
Guess what I get to add to my list of things to do?
I hope things aren't taking a turn here.