|Ice crystal fog. Can't see the mountains.|
When I was young, growing up in rural MT, I had to help take care of animals. Didn't matter what the weather was, the animals had to be cared for morning and night.
Did you know, that the boogie man is real? He is! True story. Every evening if I forgot to feed before dark I would shake in my boots as I headed up the back to the barn in the pitch black. Oh he is real. He is out there. I never did see him. Didn't have to! He was, that real.
|The sun starting to burn off the fog. Down lower, it still surrounds the sheep.|
I figured my parents would be thrilled to have an animal that didn't need to be taken care of. I knew they'd say yes without even having to think about it! Imagine my shock and surprise when my dad told me no! He crushed my heart that day ya know. I begged and begged and figured he just didn't see the light. I reminded him of the particularly positive points with this animal. It. Didn't. Need. To. Be. Fed! Oh! And it didn't ever get out of fences so he wouldn't need to be repairing fences for my little sheep either.....
As I watch the sheep in the field behind my house, I laugh at how 'little' care they require. I'm sure the rancher who owns them feels the same. Like, every spring when she has to shear them, and that lovely delicate crutching before lambing season that needs to be attended to.... and then there after every 6-8 weeks or so during fly season.. Not to mention all of the other labor and care of sheep.
Funny looking back on it. Wasn't funny back then! I thought my dad misunderstood the opportunity before him and was heartless! Still, there was that whole business about the pigs. Best bacon he ever tasted he said by the time we butchered those things.
And THAT is another story. Dem darned pigs!