The Great Escape

Welcome back dear readers! Glad to have you back for another week on dysfunctional farm.

Howdy to the new folks! Hope your ready for the ride.

A quick note on last weeks post. It appears that I am going thru a mass dying of equipment here. You have heard about the lawnmower, 4 wheeler and the dryer before.

This weeks hit was the refrigerator, which froze up and stopped cooling, necessitating a visit from the repair guy. Thankfully it was salvageable.

But the worst hit was the truck. Something is not right with the engine. Plus it needs new front brakes, which decided to crap out at the same time. This truck is the primary driver for me. I am waiting on word right now from the mechanic as to how bad it is.

Oh, and the roof started leaking after our last big storm.

Everything that I have been hoping would have held off for just one more year, is hitting all at once now. It leaves me shaken.

I say one more year as that is when I’ll be able to file for social security, and that will make a huge difference for me. It will let me breath just a bit and not have to worry so much if I have something break down.

All I needed was one more year.

Now, on to the other adventure this past 2 weeks.

The entire flock staged a mass escape.

Yup, they found other hole in the fence line and exploited it just like a zombie hoard looking for fresh brains.

It look like they all got out at least twice before I caught onto their shenanigans. Needless to say everyone’s shredded coat gave them away. Not to mention a couple of them decided to not come home with a coat.

When I say everyone’s shredded coat, I literally mean every single sheep’s coat was in tatters.

The two turds that left their coats hanging on the fence line.

You may wonder why my sheep wear coat’s. I’ll tell ya. They are an important tool on the farm that allows me to obtain top price for the fleeces. The coats keep all the icky goobers out of their wool during the growing year. This includes hay, tree twigs, bugs, pine sap, and the occasional toe clipping that has flown off into someone’s fiber. Plus, it also helps keep the tips of the wool from becoming sunburned.

So, to have every one of them torn up, is causing me no small amount of stress at the moment. I’m still in the process of trying to get them fixed. Sadly, some of these coats are so elderly and have been patched so many times, it makes another repair tough to manage.

I kept them in long enough for the boy child and I to catch them and get the coat off. Of course, we have about 5 that consistently give me crap to catch them, and they are still wearing their torn-up outfits.

Boy child spent last weekend patching up the fence area where they got out. Thankfully, we found the missing coats, right where they made their escape.

I’ll finish up coats today and tomorrow we will start getting them back on to this very naughty bunch of turd heads.

Right now, if it was not for bad luck, I wouldn’t have any luck at all.

Just one more year. Please.

I did have one funny thing happen to make you smile after such a depressing post.

This morning, Mr Leo was being very lovvie. He gets that way once in a while. Kept leaning on my legs, wanting me to scratch his head, and thump him in the sides.

I took the whole thing one step too far apparently. I decided to sneak down and give him a kiss on the nose.

Just as I was about to plant it on him, he decided to unload the entire contents of his nasal cavity.

You guessed it. Right into my nose, eyes and glasses.

That was not the kiss I was expecting.

Blessed Be.

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