3 Weird Things That Happened In August That Left Us Feeling Sad.
Summer is always a busy time on the farm. This August was no exception.
We tried to get the haying done in between the rain showers, but it was a big challenge just like last year. We are now well into September and we are still working on the second cut off hay.
However the bales from the earlier cuts have been moved off the field and rowed up, ready for use in the winter. I can proudly say that this year I have been able to help quite a bit.
It has probably been well over 20 years since I last drove a tractor, back then it was “Little John” a model M John Deere. We still have this tractor, but it is in semi-retirement.
When the kids were little I kept an eye on them and made sure they did not get in the way of the machinery. As a nurse I had seen and heard enough about some pretty nasty farm accidents, so I was extra vigilant to keep the kids safe. When the boys got bigger they were gradually introduced into operating the tractors and other machinery (safely) and they became part of helping with the chores.
Driving the tractor
Life has a habit of going around full circle, by now the kids are all busy with their own lives and don’t have as much time to help anymore. They still try to help after work and on weekends, but their availability has become limited, and the work load on the farm has increased over the years.
Fortunately I was not working away this summer and thus around more and able to learn and help with different jobs around the farm. I was introduced to the “Bucket” John Deere tractor.
I had been in it, of course, but never had to drive it until just recently. So now mom can go out in the field as well and row up bales!
What was in that tree?
Earlier in August we started a project for one of the boys, and I came home later in the evening from helping them one day. It was already dark and when I walked up to the house I heard a noise.
Thinking it was probably a raccoon I got a flashlight from the house to see what the dogs kept barking at.
It was hard to see, the flashlight didn’t work so great, and the dogs kept acting strangely and they kept barking.
Eventually I could make out some shapes, and brown fur… Raccoons do not have brown fur… Then what was up that tree? Finally I could make out a shape that looked like a bear… A bear!
We don’t have bears in the neighborhood, at least very seldom, and never in the yard that I knew about. Well time to get the husband, but I had forgotten my phone at the house, so quickly I ran to get it. The dogs were not staying behind that tree, but came with me still barking.
A bear in the tree.
When I called the husband with the message, I was back underneath the tree, saying that I was pretty sure that there was a brown bear up in the tree in the yard, I could just hear him think, “O yah sure there is…”
When he came to the tree and saw the creature there he got a little agitated, because I was right, there was a brown bear up in the tree! (Do I dare say mom is always right?)
While he took over the watch the kids came home too, and I ran to the house trying to get a hold of a conservation officer, not an easy thing to do on a Saturday evening after 10. I
n the meantime Yogi (as we were calling the bear) had decided that sitting up in a tree wasn’t to his liking and took off in the bush around the house.
Going out the back.
I was just going back outside on the veranda to see what was going on when the kids yelled at me that they did not know where Yogi had gone, so I thought I’d be clever and leave by the back way, and I opened the garage door and stood eye to eye with Yogi. He looked just as surprised to see me as I was to see him. Anyway, I figured closing the door was probably a good thing, so I did.
I called the kids to let them know where the bear was; until then I had not been afraid at all, it never occurred to me that the bear would attack me, I just didn’t believe he was out to try and hurt me.
Naïve? Maybe, I still think he just wanted to get away from us. A few days after this a neighbor reported that a brown bear had been in their yard; it probably was Yogi!
We found out some time later a brown bear had been shot and we all felt sad…
A donkey on the road.
A week or so later, again during the weekend, one of the kids called to say that she had seen a donkey on the road on her way to work!
We went out to investigate and found the donkey in the other yard; it had been welcomed by the other kids. We decided it might as well be put in with the cows until we knew who it belonged to, so in the meantime it would not be wandering the country side and get into (more) trouble.
It was no problem to coach it through the gate with a few oats, and so the donkey joined the cows.
We had no idea who the donkey belonged to, and it seemed quite content with the cows. Later, through Facebook, we saw a post with this donkey in it, so we were able to return it to the rightful owners.
It left us all a little sad because we had really enjoyed the creature.
Then, one night around 3 am, the dogs started barking (again) and did not quiet down.
The daughter was just ahead of me, outside to see what was going on, and here she came around the corner with non-other than Daisy the donkey!!!
This time we parked her in the front yard, because I was not going to find a different spot in the dark to leave her. A little hay and water did settle her for the rest of the night. It was not hard to get a hold of the owners in the morning, we still had their number, and it did not take long for them to come and get Daisy.
All in all it has been a very interesting August to say the least!
“What day is it?” asked Pooh. “It’s today,” squeaked Piglet.