I watched a documentary yesterday. It featured a very famous mental institution. Anyway, after watching the two hour story featuring several patients, and the doctors that treat them,... I have come to my conclusion. If I should go nuts, please just tie or chain me in the back yard to a tree or fence post.(part sun, part shade) Slide a pan of food to me. Supply me with few pots and spoons to amuse myself. Maybe a stick, a small rock and a deck of cards too.
Honestly I couldn't tell the patients from the doctors. They were all a bunch of nut jobs! They think people in the old days were cruel for keeping their mentally unstable relatives in the basement or maybe in a room in the barn? It had to be better than what I saw on that program. All they did was medicate, medicate, medicate. Then back to the room with nothing to do, but wait. Its time to resurrect basket weaving!
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I have been mowing the pastures and enjoying the beauty of the farm. Lots of critters around here. The one field hadn't been mowed completely yet this year, so it got a little overgrown. The horses were reluctant to go into that field. I know why now. It was very high (about 4feet or so). Lots of snakes and lots of bugs.
The hawks were soaring above. Mister groundhog was zipping into his hole. Rabbits and deer are plenty. Unfortunately, I ran over a box turtle. It makes me so sad. When I saw him, I stopped the tractor, and was hoping the poor thing was dead and not just a broken shell. It was dead. Killed instantly. I put his little body in the middle of the field so the buzzards could do their job.
Thats the way it goes.
2 comments:
I have an extra dog house I will donate to your cause if need be. It even has an eye hook for your chain to attach. I agree though, and simple minds would do better in fresh air away from other loonies.
I'm sorry about the little turtle. It's a bit heart breaking isn't it? That's the worst part about mowing hay/bush-hogging. There are more critters in harms way than we know. It's best we don't know. Just drive forward and don't look back!
I say we make a pact: the last one still sane keeps (a) room(s) in her barn for the others. With stuffed animals to care for and a nice outside exercise area.
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