Such Excitement

When the humans were out this morning, a most exciting event unfolded, though I really can't say what it was. I was trying to avoid TJ in the paddock by lurking behind the barn - his kamikaze tactics have left me with many missing patches of hair. Molly was inhaling grass and trying to catch Doc's eye and Doc was strategically facing away from her in case she mistakenly thought he was an available bachelor. TJ was strutting around, trying to incite mayhem and chasing birds. Just a typical day around here.

Then I noticed a lot of automobiles assembling at the potato farm across the road; some of them had large light displays attached to the roof. Others just looked like the everyday variety of human transportation. The drivers spoke to our neighbours and then donned an array of clothing gear I've never seen before. Then they all rushed off to the building that stands alone on the other corner from our farm. Good thing I'm blessed with unusually acute vision (I owe it all to carrots) because there was much sudden activity and rushing around. Then large vans and other vehicles arrived and there was more activity. Then a large truck with an arm arrived and a human was lifted to the top of the tall pole where he did a lot of things with wires. I simply cannot fathom what went on and am waiting for my humans to explain. TJ was all for going over and asking if they were mule torturers planning to abduct him but he feels everything is about him. I'm fairly sure this was unrelated to mules - or possibly another type of mule. I am a great observer of the human species but must admit their actions are sometimes simply baffling.

The woman told me I was being a "busybody" and to just let them get on with their job. Nonsense. We live out in practically the middle of nowhere so when something on this scale takes place right on our corner, I most certainly will oversee the operation. I mean, the potato farmers are extremely good friends and neighbours, but all they ever do is grow potatoes. I could hardly call myself a donkey if I didn't stick my head through the fence and stare intently at an apparantly unoccupied building that suddenly erupted into a hive of activity, could I?