The Old Wolf Express X - In which I arrive on the farm

[theoldwolf]

Rain. Mud. Dung. Grease. Greenery as far as the eye can see. Injuries upon my hand, where the one-eyed demon pigeon has already vented his fury. Already hunting invisible cows... not helped by the fact that you could almost put this one in your pocket. She's so tiny - Patience is the orphan calf, last daughter of Daisy of blessed memory. She can hide anywhere, and yesterday evening gave Kathy quite a scare before she was located hiding behind a hay bale. She needs to get a bit bigger so we don't worry that she's escaped through a hole in the fence somewhere, or has been carried off by an owl.

This is the farm. Glorious!

Making banana bread tonight.

Comments

[deckardcanine.livejournal.com]

Is that really a pigeon, or are you disparaging a cantankerous chicken or whatnot? I've known only the aloof urban variety; nothing short of an exceptional rabies infection could get them so dangerous.

Patience tries your patience, eh?