Noises in the country

The other morning, Hunter, the big black lab, and I drove over to Mom’s farm to weed in the pumpkin patch. After close to an hour of bending over, pulling weeds, I heard something scream. I realized it was the backs of my legs; the hams. Screaming like pigs. Enough already!? I told Hunter this was supposed to be enjoyable. Let’s go for a ride. We decided to drive back to the pond, which my son keeps mowed up for a boys’ retreat area.

View from my office.

View from my office.

My faithful assistant.

My faithful assistant.

I was enjoying the peace, quiet and the view:
My Mom's (Grandpa's) Pond

My Mom’s (Grandpa’s) Pond

When all of a sudden, the loudest bullfrog I have ever heard made me jump and startle Hunter. I didn’t see it, but it was either a bullfrog or a 5th grade boy warming up on his tuba.
Maybe it was hiding under one of the huge lilypads:
So that night, as I removed my sore hams from the couch and turned off the living room lamp, Abigail, the Hereford heifer, mooed. “Good night, Abigail!” I shouted out the open window. I trotted limped off to bed. She mooed again when I turned off the bedroom light. “Strange,” I thought, as I crawled into bed. She mooed again. Louder. SIGH… I know that means she’s hungry. And concerned that I won’t be out again til morning. True that. Normally. I mentally ran through my evening chores. I know I fed her. Oh well. She’s pregnant. You just can’t rationalize with pregnant. So, I groan myself out of bed, thank God it is summer, flip-flop my way out to the barn with nightgown a flappin’. “Abigail,” I say, “you are so lucky it’s summer. I would not do this in the wintertime.” I thought I should just let her know how it is. As I got her a few flakes of hay, Happy began to bray. He never likes to be left out.

Who says the country-life is quiet??

About Marla Rose

This blog documents our farm life in central Illinois with photographs, experiences, and a dash of cooking. Pour a cup of coffee and enjoy sharing part of our lives!
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9 Responses to Noises in the country

  1. It’s never quiet, I know. Right now I hear the combine, the washing machine banging away, the dog barking at the combine from a safe distance and an angry chipmunk chittering at the cat, trying to make it go away. Most days I’m just happy we don’t have a rooster (though I’m not opposed to one).

  2. pattisj says:

    Those country noises would be music to my ears. 🙂

  3. lori says:

    I can def tell you are enjoying your summer. I love your blots. Brings a smile to my face

  4. GREAT POST!!! Life on the farm even in the middle of the night.

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