In Which I Nanny a Calf and Sing to a Captive Audience ;)

Hello to Everyone out there whose hands are as cold as mine right now! (And even those of you who are warm! :) Do any of you people have New Year's Eve plans? We are going to have a family over and they shall most probably stay till midnight! Daniel and I just got back from buying feed. I sound very important. Go ahead and grin all you Alexanders and Wilsons and Graham Donahue when I tell you all that we made the trip for a solitary bag of layer pellets for our hens! On the way Daniel and I stopped to try to herd a calf back into a fence area as it was out and near the road a bit. We didn't want to "pull an Anne Shirley" as Abigail stated, so Daniel went to the house down the road to alert the people, and I stood there: the sole object of interest to 30 big black cows. The calf ignored me entirely, though it was a bit nervous it seemed. As the beasties moved ever nearer the fence,I started singing a song half to myself, half to the cows if they were listening, all the while musing whether they would charge the fence. All the tales of stampedes and gorings I ever heard knocked on the door of my mind but I didn't let them in! So like I said I began singing since I didn't have anything better to do! I assure you, after standing in the cold air for 15 minutes with an enraptured audience listening to my renditions of "Cockles And Mussels", "Danny Boy" and "Scarborough Fair", (and yes, in the cold air, trying to keep from shivering, my voice cracked on a high note in case you were wondering!) I was ready to get back in the warm car. While singing I hoped no hunters were hidden in the woods listening to me standing there with only a shawl to keep me warm, my hands clasped behind my back, rocking back and forth on my toes while I sang to cows.... I think they'd have labled me "eccentric". Daniel told me that the poeple weren't home in either of the houses to which the calf might belong, and the woman in the third house said the cows didn't belong to those people anyhow, so she called the guy who it really belongs to. We continued onto the feed store.
So now we are home and I am writing this to entertain you all. I really need a way to have a reliable income of money so Mama has challenged me to make a business plan. Please pray that I would have inspiration in my business endeavors! Have a very happy new year everyone! Oooo! I realized that if I keep saying "two thousand and ten" as I have been practicing, it will sound every bit as old-fashioned as the people who used to say, "eighteen-hundred and sixty-four"!! Isn't that cool? I hope I don't offend anyone by stating that I think "20-ten" falls in the category with "dude", "Sweet", "Yo!" and every other manner of slang. I abhor it! ;)
Almost in the year of our Lord two-thousand and ten!
-Rachel