This has nothing to do with Farmer H's level of cleanliness. And everything to do with his left hand not knowing what his right hand is doing. You may recall that Farmer H is quite generous in allowing assorted buddies to use the Mansion grounds for various purposes. At least he now sometimes tells me when to expect somebody.
Sunday, Farmer H said The Squirrel Hunter would be over in the BARn field and adjacent 10-acre field by the Freight Container Garage. He has a black powder rifle, and wanted to hunt some deer. Fine with me. We have plenty. Though I'd rather he hunt the squirrels again. I'm not sure of the season on squirrels, though. I never heard the boom of a black powder rifle, so I figured he didn't show up, or didn't see any deer on our land.
Monday, I had to pick up Farmer H at Mick the Mechanic's shop on my way home. I left about a half hour earlier than usual. My little Jack did not run to greet me. When I backed T-Hoe out of the garage, I knew why. The Squirrel Hunter's truck was parked along the driveway. He could have done himself a favor by parking in one of the other fields. But people who don't live here I suppose respect the property, even though Farmer H drives all over it.
Anyhoo... I figured Jack was following this guy around. Maybe messing up his hunting. But Jack is a resident, by cracky, and we're not going to tie him up so somebody can hunt for free. I picked up Farmer H in town. As we came up his badly-blacktopped hill, I mentioned that his buddy was here hunting, parked beside the driveway. Farmer H got a funny look.
"Huh. I didn't know he was coming today."
We passed in front of the BARn field. No deer in sight, because it wasn't yet dusk. But something else was in the BARn field. Down behind Farmer H's wrecked trailer.
"I have no idea who THAT is! He wasn't here when I left!"
It was a different truck, parked beside Farmer H's burn pile. Smoke was rising.
"Oh. That's Different Buddy. I didn't know he was coming out today, either."
I'm pretty sure nobody got an accidental black powder pellet injury. Nor a case of smoke inhalation. But I DO know that Jack had TWO BUDDIES to keep him company on Monday.
4 comments:
Maybe Farmer H needs one of those schedule boards where people can sign in for the days they expect to be there.
You are nicer than me! I would have interrogated the two "visitors". I would have warned them not to hurt my animals and smile sweetly as I would tell them what I would do to them should they bother one of my babies! But that is just me. Now that we have retired, Drew will go outside instead of me.
River,
He could hang it on the side of the garage. Then if any strange items show up on the sidewalk or porch, I can check and see who has been there!
Kathy,
The problem is, the Squirrel Hunter's truck was beside the driveway, but I never saw him. And the other buddy was standing beside his truck and the burn pile, while Farmer H was riding with me.
I HAVE hollered out the front door before, and called over a guy who was roaming around Shackytown Boulevard. I even told him to come over to the porch where I could talk to him. He said Farmer H gave him permission to go through the scrap metal. I called Farmer H while he was right there. THEN I had to apologize when Farmer H said he "forgot" to tell me the guy was coming.
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