Sunday, July 24, 2011
But the baby chicks are still happy and all alive. I was called at work this past Tuesday while Hadiah was at Kentucky Heartland Outreach service camp by a stressed wife. The morning had started without a hitch with all the birds, including the baby pigeon, alive eating watered and happy. After lunch when the family had come back from horse riding lessons, Miriam reported out of breath to Rebecca. The pigeon baby was dead. There was a snake. I was glad to be in the office seeing patients. I told Rebecca that everyone in the office said to kill the snake. There was no way I was going to leave my dear patients. The coward that I am was glad to realize that this problem was far away. Well, after the front desk clerk at my office told her mom who lost all respect for me, I got a call from Rebecca stating that our neighbor was willing to come down and take care of the snake. I had to laugh later that day when I heard the rest of the story. The snake had buried itself as best as it could in the corner of the bird shed. The neighbor was going to leave it alone, but Elle, our dear Elle, gave him a stick and said, "stick it in there and just try to get it out." A grown man has a hard time not obeying that order so after some pitchfork and hoe work the snakes head was gone. All was well. I was safe.
Friday, July 8, 2011
We continue to enjoy the different aspects of our new place in the world. I came home from rounding at the hospital on Friday with the family in an uproar getting ready for the 4th of July Parade in Eubank. By the time we got the miniature horse in the borrowed trailer we were ready to be off. The horse had wiggled his way out of the "stall" and into the front of the trailer. We decided he was fine. As usual, we were the last ones to arrive and brought up the rear of the parade. Sarah and I watched as the many fire engines, tractors, Shriners miniature trucks, semi-trucks, and ATVs went buy until the last best group arrived. My family was the only walking group with Hadiah pulling Elle and her patriotic [chichen] with Hannah holding Prancer with Miriam riding. I can only say that it is good that walking can still be a part of the parade, and my family was by far the cutest group in the parade. Later that night we watched the fireworks from the back of our Ford diesel pickup truck. I guess we have arrived in the rural South. Yesterday, I walked out to the corral where Rebecca was dealing with a spoiled, mad Montana (16+ hand Tennessee Walking horse) who wasn't in the pasture with his friends so he wanted to rear and swing around and just be naughty. He settled down and later when she was on his back he behaved himself. We seem to be in new areas again. Last year at this time we had just arrived in Cameroon overlooking one of the prettiest valleys and hills that I've ever seen. We even road horses there up into the hills getting caught in a cold downpour while shooing away a stallion who was causing problems with our stallions that we were riding. God has been merciful to us and we hope to obey him.