Early Mornings

Monday, September 16, 2019

Moisture overnight and now colder without any sight of a setting moon. There are blurry outlines of some peaks comprising the nearby Cascade Range. It’s time to pull heated blankets out of storage. I’ve casually worked my way through a stack of wearables, kept handy on bathroom shelves, allowing me to dress quickly before stepping outside and heading down the hill to feed large animals.

Right now, I’m glad to have said bye-bye to most of the lightweight summer stuff and to find the ready wardrobe consisting of warmer items and underlayers. I wonder if I should wear a head-light outside this early morning, but by the time I walk out the door, the natural light is adequate to see my way.

Louie and Ranger, the dogs who stay closest and most quiet, accompany me. They’re eagerly sniffing at a space among a pile of rocks. Ranger is a great mouser, he catches and ends the critters more efficiently than our cat, Maxwell, who’s often a casual and sloppy mouser. The dogs, leaving the rocks, follow me into the barn, and now, search for gelatinous hoof pieces that our farrier left behind.

As usual, the horses are eager to eat. Especially Rosie who’s pawing at a hole that she forces me to step into and preventing me from haltering her quickly. I hate that hole and try to keep it filled, but she insists on reversing my efforts. It happens that I’m a short person and the step downwards makes Rosie too tall to reach. On command, she backs up, while I’m stepping up to slip her halter on. Our deal is that she must be led toward the barn and walk with her shoulder absolutely-not-a-smidge ahead of mine. I hold her lead, pausing while she gets into position, and we walk. Rosie’s all but prancing, but absolutely not moving herself even a squinch beyond my shoulder. Good girl!

The dogs and I find our way around to the goats and chickens. It’s particularly satisfying to know that the goats’ hooves were trimmed by our farrier. There’s no way I could hold onto one of my little dwarf goats while trimming its hoof, and it takes all of me to help a trimmer. My three goats each weighs about 75 lbs., they’re cute as can be. But holding one against its will is like holding a buffalo. These little guys are surprisingly strong with sharp hooves that kick out and can hurt. Actually, since goats are members of the deer family, I estimate that trying to hold still a resisting deer would be similar.

Now that my work is done, it’s time to go uphill to the house. Ranger is beside me and a quick whistle brings Louie from wherever he’s sniffing around. “Up to the house,” I say, and the dogs race in the correct direction, except that both pause momentarily to stick their noses into that tantalizing hole in the rock pile.

Dear Readers: Early dawns, after forcing oneself up and out, are the best! Diana

2 thoughts on “Early Mornings

  1. Charming. You’re such a literate, interesting , skillful writer. Many FB posts make me cringe with bad grammar, worse spelling and mundane vocabularies. You’re a bright spot.

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