Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Now Is The Season Of Our Deep Suspicion

Yes. I mean autumn. When the leaves turn all sorts of brilliant shades and waft down from the trees, the grass loses it's ambition to grow and various insects become contemplative as the light and warmth disappears. And of course there are sunny days like these when the voice box in my barn suddenly announces that the first assault by frost will probably occur whilst I slumber this evening. The Woman avows she can see my winter coat growing but I know it still won't be enough to deal with the coming horror. She says I will wear a blanket this year. I say we'll see about that.

In preparation for the coming ssss, ssss, ssss, snow a new door arrived the other day and yesterday an unknown human arrived to install it. We inspected both human and door thoroughly, Molly grunting so loudly in his ear that he jumped a good eight inches off the ground whilst carrying the door. Molly felt that he was interrupting her lunch and carried right on eating as he hammered and sawed away. I supervised from a safe distance.

I have inspected numerous fuzzy tube insects, I believe called caterpillars, and their coats this year appear to be of a medium length. I hope this is an omen of a less abusive winter. The woman brushed against a wasp or hornet-type creature the other day and let out a dreadful shriek when it bit her leg. I don't blame it in the least - I feel the same way about the change of seasons.

6 comments:

billie said...

Sheaffer, we are just beginning to see some leaves changing color, and no wooly worms yet, but it's hard to imagine winter coming when there are still flies out. However, Rafer Johnson is growing fur like mad, which is definitely indicative of his personality - while Redford is still slick, almost defiant of any cold to come.

We had some drama this evening when the newest canine neighbors a pair of full-grown Great Pyrenees, bounded along our fence line causing all manner of uproar. You would be proud of this donkey team - they ran to the fence and stood their ground, keeping Salina well in the rear, safe to do her own show of snorting and lifting of tail.

Fortunately these dogs are not ferocious at all - they have simply not yet learned that they need to stay home and guard their OWN equines.

Here's to a long autumn and an easy winter.

Denise said...

Sheaffer, you might find that a colorful coat makes the winter more bearable. Keep an open mind about it. We had our first rain/wind storm of the season last night and this morning. Harry and Gunny were not happy that the contractor hasn't yet been here to upgrade their shelter. They will be so happy when it's done in another 1-2 weeks. It's so hard to find a spot for dirt baths when the rains come. *sigh* Life is just hard sometimes, isn't it?

BumbleVee said...

We are having a horrible, windy, crazy windy day here Sheaffer...only a miserable +6C .... hurry up with your winter coat..... that sss...word is definitely on its way....brrrr

love the "still life with human"...hahahhah....laffed right out loud....

ponymaid said...

billie - Please tell young Redford that only Arctic seals should be slick-coated at this time of year. That lad likes to live on the edge. I am inordinately pleased to hear of their united and very brave donkey front in the face of an unknown canine threat. Salina is quite safe in their hooves.

ponymaid said...

Denise - I know, weather moisture in any form is despicable. Accompanied by cold, it's downright barbaric. Poor lads. I hope their housing unit is ready soon. I am brooding over the coat issue...

ponymaid said...

Vee - the horror, the horror! We are in the midst of a most pleasing hot spell but I fear the icy fingers of winter are about to fasten themselves around my throat. Can anything be done about this yearly horror? And if so, why hasn't someone done it?