“Why don’t you just get away for a couple days,” I urged them both. “Go someplace where they never heard of calf scours or alfalfa hay.”
“Because the minute we leave bad things will start happening around this ranch,” replied Nan. She is the undisputed family spokesperson by the way.
“What can go wrong?” I asked.
“Are you kidding, the minute we leave the water lines will break, the cows will be out of water, and a bull will get on the road. It’s just easier to stay home,” said Nan.
“I’ll tell you what,” I pleaded with Nan, “I’ll take care of everything while you are gone. Why don’t you take one of those exotic cruises.”
“But who will feed my chickens?” Nan knew my great dislike for anything fowl or feathered.
Biting my tongue, I replied, “I’ll even feed your chickens for you.”
Much to my surprise Whitey and Nan decided to take a cruise. Well, it was kind of a cruise. They went lake fishing for a whole Saturday and Sunday! Surprisingly, they accepted my offer to feed the chickens and look after their place.
Bright and early on the Saturday morning of their vacation I drove over to their place, opened the truck door and let Aussie out to run. I proceeded to do the chores, leaving the chicken chores for last. After checking to make sure that everybody had water and snooping through Whitey’s barn I finally got up enough nerve to take care of the chickens.
You can imagine my surprise when on my approach to the chicken coop I spotted Aussie gnawing on a drumstick that belonged to one of Nan’s cherished chickens. When they had asked me to clean out the hen house I doubt if this was what they had in mind.
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