I think it best if I don't mention the weather event that happened over a 48 hour period at the beginning of this week. The residue is melting but we are still awash in the vile stuff and once more it is creating a muddy aftermath. The pictures speak for themselves. I am a spent force on the subject of winter - there are no words left to explain the grinding awfulness of the season.
Fortunately, this morning a box-like rectangular vehicle appeared in front of the barn and a male human disembarked and began dragging the green tractors out and conducting vet checks. He was most pleasant and we lined up to show our encouragement and support of his efforts. He was quite an accomplished scritcher and we were in the throes of becoming a mutual admiration society when you-know-who showed up. The one-woman propaganda machine sprang into action.
The visiting tractor vet said we looked like a fine group and were making him feel most welcome. "Hah!", said the resident wet blanket, "they're friendly enough but don't let yourself be fooled. What they really want is to relieve you of your tools and lunch while behaving like a bunch of sidewalk supervisors. You can't trust them for a minute - if you need to go through the gate, make sure to close it right away or you'll have those two donkeys squeezing through a six inch gap. The little one is particularly conniving. The male human laughed. "He looks like he hasn't missed any meals!" The woman assured him I was capable of squeezing through an opening the size of a mouse hole. I was both highly insulted and somewhat pleased. I am quite agile for someone of substantial girth.
The tractor vet did all sorts of interesting things and I was frustrated no end at having to watch from the wrong side of the fence. The woman knows how I love any sort of machinery. The tractors were dormant after a long winter of sitting idle and the tractor vet hooked them up to a life support system. Soon they were coughing and hacking and beginning to come to life. He adjusted pulleys and levers and changed their bodily fluids and just generally had himself a good time. He had the good grace to assure us that he wanted to share his food with us but was only following instructions. Tchhhah! We all know how well that approach has worked historically. We pleaded and begged and looked so pitiful that he finally had to go around the other side of his vehicle to finish his lunch.
We haven't seen those green tractors since October so I have faint hope that more clement weather is on the way. Large avians are migrating north and Sally crouches down, watching them longingly, making faint squeaking noises like a rusty hinge. They are much bigger than she is but she likes to dream of hauling one down from the sky.