The Sunday that was a weekday

farm, The Rooster

I’m sitting outside with a beautiful bright blue sky at 7:30 a.m. I’m pretty sure the clocks changed on me last night but in this digital world I don’t have anything to do anymore. It’s automated and I didn’t actually…

The Sunday that was a weekday

I’m sitting outside with a beautiful bright blue sky at 7:30 a.m. I’m pretty sure the clocks changed on me last night but in this digital world I don’t have anything to do anymore. It’s automated and I didn’t actually know up until now whether the clocks went forward or backwards. I guess it’s fall ahead so what I’m looking at is what would have been 8:30 yesterday.

To add to this confusion, it’s Sunday and there’s no one in the house but me so I wake up and I go and feed the animals as if it was Monday despite not being told to do so. I wonder whether this happened yesterday as well and I didn’t notice because I slept most of Saturday.

The confusion comes in that I know he was home yesterday in the afternoon and at 3:00 a.m. but I have no proof of any other time. There’s obviously some overtime involved that his job and he neglected to tell me or inform me which is rude and disrespectful and hurtful to the animals if I didn’t notice. It’s very possible I could have slept until noon today or like yesterday slept until 6:00 p.m. .

When I opened the doors this morning both the pig and all the chickens came running out as if they hadn’t eaten yesterday. Now to them it’s 8:30 a.m. still because they don’t have clocks dictate their wake up times. They just know that usually they eat when the sun is there and today it’s up there. Even inside the coop and animals seem to understand time. I suspect that their clocks just know the difference between feedings and it’s been a while.

I know in the past they’ve been left on the fed till upwards of nine and later on particularly sleepy days when the master was in charge. I never feel too bad about missing a schedule with them but certainly I wouldn’t want to miss 2 days or even one had I known.

In any case they’re out now and they’re happily chunking down their breakfast meals and it looks like another gloriously sunny and warm day at the start of November there’s still some greenery close to the ground The areas that had three coverage. Soon that will fall and the ground will be covered in black and white leaves that have lost all their brightness and the trees will be barren. At least the sky will be blue now and then but November tends to be a very gray and dull month so I’m happy for the days that it isn’t

I think I blogged it previously, but life without the rooster is less interesting. I don’t really want to use the words I miss him, but the feud between us made for more story worthy mornings and afternoons.

The noise has been replaced by a yappy dog one of the neighbors has purchased. Luckily I don’t hear it when I’m inside but when I’m outside with or without the dogs it makes it present known.

The communication between other people’s dogs and ours is often somewhat entertaining. They market each other to let them know they’re present.

It’s almost like a canine version of the rooster but not quite as constant. Okay, I will say it. I miss that rooster.

Part two. So at 9:30 he finally called and told me he’s not home and that I would have to feed the animals. I also learned that the window that the cats have been getting out is missing and I have to barricade it somehow and measure it so he can bring home a pre-cut piece of wood to cover it up.

I also learned that the female dog somehow cut its foot and it’s in a bandage and it’s very difficult for her to walk up and down the stairs so she may have peed in the bed but she’s outside now and she doesn’t really want to come back inside because that means stairs. It was quite painful to watch her. Dogs don’t complain much so she didn’t bark or wine but it’s clear this foot hurts and she doesn’t want to walk on it.

Luckily it’s a beautiful day so we’re both staying outside and doing our work or lazily lying around in the sun. Really a bit of both for both of us.


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