Where did spring go? I checked the weather forecast this morning and read that we have a frost warning for tonight. What's up with that?! I guess it's a good thing we haven't planted the garden yet.
Last night was not a restful night on the farm. This cold front was escorted in by some pretty stormy weather. Normally, I like the sound of rain, but last night's blustery weather and heavy deluge were definitely not conducive to sleep.
Finally, in the wee hours of the morning, the storm subsided. Then came the cats - I guess they decided to take advantage of a break in the rain. Not our cat Elizabeth (she was snug inside), but a couple of farm cats. Ever heard the term caterwauling? Well, that's what those two cats were doing. Sounded like they were tearing each other apart, tooth to tail, slowly and painfully. In reality, they were just cat singing. Seemed to be having such a good time at it that it made me wonder if they were practicing to take their show on the road. If you are the type to get easily spooked, you'd have sworn there were a couple of haints outside our bedroom window last night.
Apparently, Leaning Larry and Gorgeous George - my two reprobate roosters - decided the cats were a threat to the chicken flock. Either that, or the roosters were getting grumpy from lack of sleep. So, about 4:00 in the morning, Larry and George decided to take the noisome cats to task. Two cranky roosters, two hormonal cats...you'd have thought hell was at war with itself in our the back yard. I lay in bed hoping they'd do each other in, just to put an end to all the ruckus.
Things finally calmed down enough that I managed to doze off some time before the alarm went off this morning. When I went to let the hens out of the hen house after breakfast, I didn't see any sign of the offensive cats. I did notice that George's tail was a little less gorgeous than before, and that both he and Larry were in exceptionally crabby moods. Me, I feel like Zombie Woman.
Ahhhh, peaceful life in the country!
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