Winter watering for the horses and barn cats consists of toting water from the house in 5 gallon jugs twice a day. The watering vessels are 1 large (40ish litres, I believe) rectangular blue plastic tub and a black 1 quart rubber dish for the cats, or Mr Fussy's foot if I place the dish wrong.
Anyway, I had assembled the tub, a pail to rest the bottles on, two horses and what appeared to be several dozen cats. Reached for the first bottle, and the tub goes astray - it seems SOMEONE thought he was dying of thirst and when water didnt magically appear, he grabbed said tub and shook it a bit, and dropped it well out of pouring range. Regroup and start over, wading through the cats again. Managed to start pouring, and Mr Fussy is trying to drink the whole pailful in one swallow (he can't, he drinks very slowly), and is fighting for surface area with cats, two of which are getting rather dampish from the backsplash. Mr Fussy steps away and is replaced by several cats and Mr Fussy's buddy/ememy, Wall Kicker who is generally known as 'Quit that, you b*****d'. The rest of the water is poured and Fussy steps back to the tub. Now here is where I wished I had taken a camera with me. This tub has one bay nose, one brown nose, and six cat noses in it, with the cat butts sticking up in the air - two colour points (one blue, one seal), one blue, one tabby and two black, with the tabby tail and one black tail tightly curled. Oh for a picture of that werid sight........Maybe tomorrow morning??
Streak also got his first working tractor ride today. I moved a bale, and he thought he should come along and help. He rode quietly, sitting right behind me, wheezing delicately into my ear (he has dust allergies and bale moving is dirty work). He actually took the back and forth work far better than my usual helper and did it much more quietly and politely. No fussing, no patting at my hands when I am trying to steer or work the FEL, no crawling up my back to get a better view from my shoulder...he just sat and watched and when I stopped, he hopped out, and went into the barn.
Last bit of weirdness for the day, Da Magpie is trying to clean hay bits off my pants, and does that ever feel weird, She grasps the material between her front paws, then picks at the hay bits with her teeth. She's gonna puke me up a lovely pressie at some point tonight *SIGH*
Anyway, I had assembled the tub, a pail to rest the bottles on, two horses and what appeared to be several dozen cats. Reached for the first bottle, and the tub goes astray - it seems SOMEONE thought he was dying of thirst and when water didnt magically appear, he grabbed said tub and shook it a bit, and dropped it well out of pouring range. Regroup and start over, wading through the cats again. Managed to start pouring, and Mr Fussy is trying to drink the whole pailful in one swallow (he can't, he drinks very slowly), and is fighting for surface area with cats, two of which are getting rather dampish from the backsplash. Mr Fussy steps away and is replaced by several cats and Mr Fussy's buddy/ememy, Wall Kicker who is generally known as 'Quit that, you b*****d'. The rest of the water is poured and Fussy steps back to the tub. Now here is where I wished I had taken a camera with me. This tub has one bay nose, one brown nose, and six cat noses in it, with the cat butts sticking up in the air - two colour points (one blue, one seal), one blue, one tabby and two black, with the tabby tail and one black tail tightly curled. Oh for a picture of that werid sight........Maybe tomorrow morning??
Streak also got his first working tractor ride today. I moved a bale, and he thought he should come along and help. He rode quietly, sitting right behind me, wheezing delicately into my ear (he has dust allergies and bale moving is dirty work). He actually took the back and forth work far better than my usual helper and did it much more quietly and politely. No fussing, no patting at my hands when I am trying to steer or work the FEL, no crawling up my back to get a better view from my shoulder...he just sat and watched and when I stopped, he hopped out, and went into the barn.
Last bit of weirdness for the day, Da Magpie is trying to clean hay bits off my pants, and does that ever feel weird, She grasps the material between her front paws, then picks at the hay bits with her teeth. She's gonna puke me up a lovely pressie at some point tonight *SIGH*
