The ramblings of a woman on the downslide of life who hopes to get it all straight in her own head.
There's no place like home.
Home is where my husband and I reside; wherever that may be.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
He's the man!
For a couple of weeks there have been some 'coon sightings around the farm. 'Coon sightings that were a bit too close the the buildings for comfort. I have also been reading in the news about the fact that there have been confirmed reports of rabies in this part of the county. Then two Sundays ago Doug and I were sitting outside having our morning coffee when he saw something in a tree not too far from where we were sitting.
On closer examination he discovered that it was indeed a 'coon up in the tree. A few shots later and here stands Matthew with his prize. In answer to all of the unasked questions, no we didn't eat it. No one around here was willing to take that risk. But the hunter was awfully proud of himself.