Texans, I have a few funny stories for you from today. But I also have a sad/cute moment with my nephew.
1. ) Standing at the hardware store staring at some items, trying to find something. Guy walks up, asks if I need help. I say "Yeah, I'm looking for something like this... Only the circular kind, like you hang buckets and tie horses on." He looks, smirks, and goes "Like the one hanging directly beneath it?" - Yeahh... Total OOPS moment on my end. The poor guy held his cool until we got to the side lot to load up the lumber and wire. He cracked up when he saw us coming.
2. ) Leave the hardware store ( note: I have no tailgate ) get about 1/2 a mile away and look into the truck bed. No sign of the wire. We whip around and go back for it, I explain I can't find it. We walk the street and end up finding it in the ditch next to the hardware store. It had rolled out of the truck... safely off the road. Fwew. I remembered to tie it up the second time! I tied up everything but the wire! Silly me!
3. ) Next, a trip to the feed store. Got some chick starter and rabbit feed, and a couple of cattle panels. Made sure to tie them down. They had a box of BBW poults sitting on a table inside, one of which had chilled and was dying. In the truck on the way home I notice my mothers blouse PEEP! She had the cold poult in her bra! We did everything we could, and he was looking really good when we made the trip to Conroe to pick up my nephew. Got home, the poult had passed. Guess it just wasn't meant to be. Skylar was the one who found it, he pulled it from the cage and dropped his head. When I asked him what he was doing, he said he was praying for the poult to have a safe trip over the rainbow bridge to be with all of the other turkeys and birds we had eaten/lost over the years. I teared up. He then asked if we could burn the dead poult, and spread it's ashes in the garden so at least part of it could be eaten and it wouldn't go to waste. How do you say no to a five year old with ideas like that? SO! When the burn pile burns down in the morning ( all wood, with a poult ) he will help me collect the ashes to spread.
1. ) Standing at the hardware store staring at some items, trying to find something. Guy walks up, asks if I need help. I say "Yeah, I'm looking for something like this... Only the circular kind, like you hang buckets and tie horses on." He looks, smirks, and goes "Like the one hanging directly beneath it?" - Yeahh... Total OOPS moment on my end. The poor guy held his cool until we got to the side lot to load up the lumber and wire. He cracked up when he saw us coming.
2. ) Leave the hardware store ( note: I have no tailgate ) get about 1/2 a mile away and look into the truck bed. No sign of the wire. We whip around and go back for it, I explain I can't find it. We walk the street and end up finding it in the ditch next to the hardware store. It had rolled out of the truck... safely off the road. Fwew. I remembered to tie it up the second time! I tied up everything but the wire! Silly me!
3. ) Next, a trip to the feed store. Got some chick starter and rabbit feed, and a couple of cattle panels. Made sure to tie them down. They had a box of BBW poults sitting on a table inside, one of which had chilled and was dying. In the truck on the way home I notice my mothers blouse PEEP! She had the cold poult in her bra! We did everything we could, and he was looking really good when we made the trip to Conroe to pick up my nephew. Got home, the poult had passed. Guess it just wasn't meant to be. Skylar was the one who found it, he pulled it from the cage and dropped his head. When I asked him what he was doing, he said he was praying for the poult to have a safe trip over the rainbow bridge to be with all of the other turkeys and birds we had eaten/lost over the years. I teared up. He then asked if we could burn the dead poult, and spread it's ashes in the garden so at least part of it could be eaten and it wouldn't go to waste. How do you say no to a five year old with ideas like that? SO! When the burn pile burns down in the morning ( all wood, with a poult ) he will help me collect the ashes to spread.
