Monday, August 17, 2009
Tamed The Turtles
We went to check the cattle feed to see what we needed to buy at Poth, Texas and then back by the house to call to see if the feed store there had it. On the way to Poth John told me to turn down a road to the right. A way we had gone before just to divert the route a little. After we had driven a few miles I said are you sure we are on the right road? It looks different. John said well you should have turned left back there. Say what? He always tells me how to drive. Which lane, speed up, slow down, do this, do that. So why did he not tell me to turn? I don't think there was a road to the left. I think he got confused and didn't want to admit it. You know how men don't like to ask directions? We circled around and went eight miles out of the way. Thats okay it was a nice drive. Have you ever noticed farmers doesn't live in old farm houses anymore? We saw several big pretty farm houses but people don't have the cattle they once did. Too dry but not as dry over there as it is where John's cattle are west of here. Got the cattle fed and we stopped on the tank dam. I forgot to bring the puppy food for the turtles but I was nibbling on a biscuit and sipping coffee so I started pinching little pieces of biscuit off and throwing it into the water. I've got six that come to eat now. They are so tame now they will come to the edge of the water. They are not pretty turtles. They look green and slimy but everyone can't be pretty, can they? They liked the bread but birds here claim the old bread. They may all have to learn to share. On the way home I smelled a pig pen. It was in the truck, has to be on John's shoes. Right? When we walked to the porch I told him to check his shoes I smell a pig pen. John doesn't have pigs. No one we know has pigs but a pig pen is a pig pen has a distinctive odor. John wasn't the guilty one. My one shoe was clean but the last one I raised had a large wad of wet mud. Wheeee thats where the smell was coming from so I pulled them off and left them to air on the porch. We finally figured I had walked on the edge of the water feeding the turtles and stepped where the wild hogs had been wallering.