It could only happen to me…
The day started out on prescribed schedule: feed/water animals, milk, feed/water boys, do devotions, start school. School had been moved to the office where I sat labeling product for my show this weekend. Sam was in the midst of Language Arts. So far so good. Nathan had gone once to water the white turkeys and broilers. I sent him out again to open the back of the greenhouse for the broilers – I thought I hadn’t done that. Well . . . this is where the “it could only happen to me” day gets really going . . . .
He came running in and told me that the weasel that’s been coming every other day and taking a chicken or two out of the hay barn was after a turkey . . . OK, how’s the turkey??? Nathan claims that he hit the weasel with a machete! Now the machete is for the tall weeds that we can’t get with the scythe or the mower . . . I never knew that a person should have one handy for a weasel. He said he dealt it a mortal wound and it fled down the hill.
Back to the turkey . . . not going to make it Nathan said and was asking for permission to put it out of it’s misery (if it lasted that long). Well, here goes science class is all I could think. . . We went back in time and well, Nathan used the chopping block efficiently as good as his hero Almonzo or “his” father-in-law Charles Ingalls ever would have. So I guess that was history. Then we skinned it and my sink is full of chilling turkey. . . Cooking class??? I’m glad they’d already done their math – I’m not sure how I could have remotely have thought that could have been included as school completed. LOL.
I bet changes in schedule like that never happen to you!!! And I was planning on doing 7 more sets of goat hooves today – I think not!