There has been several adventures this past week. Just going to work has been an adventure. I’m short-handed and it has been busy. Good problem. Delivering balers has been an adventure. Trying to trade for off-colored equipment has been an adventure. Taking care of goats is always an adventure.
I ventured out on Thursday evening to go look at a set of goats. I took the popper in the back of the pickup, prepared to buy 4 or 7 head. But no. I ended up having to borrow the breeder’s trailer to get the fleet home that I purchased. At least I didn’t call Tyke and have him bring a gooseneck. Now the adventure begins. We came through a wicked rain storm on the way home. We missed the hail. But we also missed supper. I hadn’t eaten all day and no restaurants were open on the way home. Worse, the Allsup’s that I stopped at had lost power for an hour or so. They didn’t even have a corn dog, burrito or chimichange in the heater case. When have you ever gone into an Allsup’s when the hot box wasn’t full of warmed nitro-laced joys of a somewhat food product? Well, this was a first for me. A crappy little sandwich out of the cooler box, a squirt of mustard, glass of tea and I was on the road again.
I got home in the am hours. Had to leave the goats on the borrowed trailer since I really didn’t have a pen ready for that many goats. Friday evening finally came after an adventurous day at work. Tyke, Tyler, Duke and I sheared, wormed and unloaded this pile of wethers. I only broke one set of clippers and dulled several sets of blades. A few cuss words, no beatings and the work was done.
Now the adventure really begins. What am I going to do with all of these wethers? All I know for sure, is that there are premium sales ahead for some lucky kids.
It is party day. Time to get the smoker rolling and the beverages on ice.