So, "If you build it, they will come..." but, if you grow it, will it have the same effect? Field of Dreams is one of my all-time favorite movies, I will drop everything to watch it if it's on tv. Unfortunately, with no tv, that's not very often anymore! But we put the cows in the old sweet corn field last week so they can eat off any remainder sweet corn (which I am not sure they were lucky enough to get any with the deer), chew on the stalks, and knock everything down, making it easier to plow and plant next year. But since there were about 4-5 patches of corn, it was pretty deep into the field, so when the cows walked into it, they disappeared like the ball players in Field of Dreams. So as I watched them walk in and out of the field, I was constantly reminded of the famous quote from the movie. See the picture below...
The boys have been anxiously awaiting the snow and loving it when it falls. Our youngest can't figure out why he can't ride his tractor or bike through it without getting stuck. But his stubborn streak does not allow him to give up until something else catches his attention.
And back to the cows...
As I was cleaning out our tiny office to make it into a tiny play area to control some of the toys before Christmas, David exclaims, "Mom, we have a problem!" I jump up from my seat and take 2 steps to the doorway in record speed to see who is getting into what trouble. What I found confused me. Both boys and dogs were glued to our sliding door. What trouble could there be? My automatic assumptions go to, "Which of the 4 standing at the door is causing chaos?" So when I questioned what our problem was, it was then that I saw one cow after another jumping over the fence wire on the ground and walking in our front yard. The front yard is always my concern because it's too easy for them to make their way down the driveway. If the cows are out but remain in the backyard, at least my concern becomes the number of ruts that will be in the grass. This time, luck was on our side! One, the cows did a turn and walked/ran through the front yard into the backyard, ran over to see the boar, and inquired about what good eats he had in his pasture. And two, Dave was supposed to be pulling up the driveway any second as school was already over. So now I am standing outside watching the scene unfold and watching to see the direction in which everyone is going. The boys and dogs are now plastered to the kitchen door behind me and I am thinking the cows could be great babysitters if I could put fence up around the house and keep them there to graze in our yard...oh and train them not to use the yard as a potty. Dave drives up and leads them onto the next pasture in which they were going to anyway if they would have given Dave 15 more minutes to get home and get into his farm clothes. I suppose they just made this a quicker move for Dave in which he didn't have to put up fence and take it down...they just took the shortcut through the yard, which could be considerate of them as they saved him valuable time. So below you will find some pictures of the cows not too far from the house and the car. I guess they didn't find the "field of dreams" quite so dreamy anymore! Now the cows have access to two different pastures and the barn to get out of the weather if they so chose.
I will say, it's quite the beautiful scene seeing the cows out in the pasture behind our house as the snow comes down! I love this time of the year!
**Note: Just yesterday I thought things were getting boring around here and I would have nothing to write about for a while in the journal. Hopefully that thought will never pass through my mind again!**
The list of things I love about my husband is endless, but just like with everyone, there is something that could be "tweaked." If there is anything I could tweak about my husband it would be his nose. Now, I am not thinking superficially, I am thinking functionally. You see, for some reason it doesn't work all too well. The number of times since I have moved up to Tidioute that I have said, "Leave your clothes outside," is astronomical, when confronted with the phrase, "I crossed paths with a skunk, but I think it missed me."
So maybe the olfactory sense goes into survival mode and shuts down when you personally get sprayed by a skunk, so I will give him the benefit of the doubt on that one. I hope to not test it out myself either. HOWEVER, when the dogs get sprayed by a skunk, I am thinking one would be able to smell that!
This morning at 5:30 I woke up to the smell of sulfur. My first thought was "fire!" I jumped out of bed, checked the upstairs, ran downstairs, thinking Dave left on the new fireplace he installed and it caught fire, but saw nothing amiss. No smoke was to be found, the smoke detectors were not going off, but I couldn't figure out what was wrong. I couldn't find the dogs which was odd because Dave always brings them in the house before going out to wash eggs in the morning. I finally called Dave and asked him to help identify what I was smelling. The reply was, "I think the dogs got sprayed by a skunk this morning when I let them out, but I didn't think it was that bad, so I locked them in the mud room. Go ahead and let them outside. No wait, nevermind, I better let them out!"
So I have 2 problems with his first sentence.
1. The word "think." - I never thought one would have to wonder if their dogs got sprayed by a skunk, I just thought it would always be OBVIOUS.
2. "I didn't think it was that bad." - So you aren't certain as to whether or not they got sprayed, but assuming they did, it's not THAT BAD???? It woke myself and our 2-year-old out of a sound sleep at 5:30am, to which we could not go back to sleep. When my oldest woke, he came down the steps literally crying asking, "What is that horrible smell, mommy?"
So to three out of four members of our household, it is quite clear that the dogs got sprayed, and it must have been a direct hit as it smells HORRIBLE. I can't even open the windows because of the smell lingering outside. Hopefully the breeze blowing will clear the area soon, and we can bundle up, and air out the house. But as for now, there is cinnamon simmering on the stove and scented candles glowing throughout the downstairs...but all we can smell is SKUNK! Maybe the kids and I have discovered the perfect gift for Daddy! I can't think of anything else that would convey the meaning, "I love you," to my dear husband this Christmas than an appointment with the ear, nose, and throat doctor!
**SKUNK UPDATE: Since Dave was sent home from work due to the overpowering smell of skunk (even after 2 showers)...we have come to the conclusion that the skunk was outside the door that Dave opened to let the dogs out and must have also been sprayed by the skunk. I think this is one for our record books. Usually you get sent home from work because you are sick...not because people can't stand the smell of you. Four showers later...we will see if he is allowed to return to work!