Carter Cattle Company

Carter Cattle Company

Hi, all! Well, we moved the miniature game chickens into the other hen house, away from the black miniatures. Might as well, the dogs were getting to the goose eggs before we could gather them. They weren't fertile, anyway. Little Jackson is a delight. I can't stand the thought that he'll get mean when he gets older. He's started eating solid food, Harriett shares her meals with him. He is learning to eat small pieces of carrots. He has a time, wallering them around, and dribbles them, but he likes it. The little "broke-foot" duck is having a rough time. She broke it when she was a duckling, but it mended, somewhat. She has always limped on it. We think she broke it again, she just barely gets around on it, mostly dragging it behind her. I think the other ducks might have been too heavy on her. You know how they are!

Deb had the "scopey" thing down the throat last week. She's still having throwing up spells and major heartburn. Got her some Mylanta, seems to help, some. Sticking to a very bland (yech!) menu. She had an appt with the DR this coming Thursday, but they had a cancellation and she got moved up to Monday. Don't know what's going to happen. I'm hoping they can put her on the "purple pill" or something like that, as opposed to gall bladder surgery. If it comes to that, we hope Tracy is there. It means alot to have someone there that you know and trust. She's a peach!

Was going to till the garden this weekend. I called Pam (Rod's wife) to borrow her tiller. She was out of town for the weekend. Just as well, I was going to put out some onions, and the whole place was infested with Fire Ants. Went to Wal-Mart and got something for them. If it doesn't rain this week, maybe I can till next weekend. I found out Pam fell at work and broke her elbow on Dec 29. She's all better, now. She said Rod has a torn something-or-other in his knee as is going to have surgery on it. I hoped he might get to come home for the surgery, but she said they'll do it there. He's supposed to get to come home for a couple of weeks in August. Then, back to Bosnia. Damn, better him than me.

Well, tomorrow is Monday. Then, I go on call on Tuesday. That's the part of the job I detest. Works out to three months out of the year, you can't go anywhere or do anything. Can't drink a beer. Just about the time you put a rack of ribs on the grill or get into a pay-per-view movie, you have to drop everything and run. Must be able to respond to the PD within 30 minutes. All for 58.6 cents per hour, BEFORE taxes and insurance. If I had it all to do over, I wouldn't. Maybe fire dept or something. Hey, on the plus side, I get to wear a necktie, Monday through Thursday. Well, bettered go. Good show coming on TV, want to enjoy it, while I can. Love to all, Rick.