New Neighbor

I met a “new” neighbor this past week.  I didn’t really meet her, but she did come to our front door this past Tuesday morning before I was ready to meet a “new” neighbor. We got off on a bad foot.

It wasn’t her fault that she made a bad impression on me.   It was just something she said.  It wasn’t as much what she said, it was when she said it.  Elaine tells me she had met the woman before and actually had enjoyed a glass of wine with her at our only nearby restaurant.

I think her intent was to be neighborly stopping by so early on her way to work in town.  I think she’s a nurse, and nurses help people.  But, no one wants to hear what she said early in the morning.  “I think you should know you have a yak in the road.”

Elaine thanked her and she left.  Elaine looked at me like I wanted to start the day. 

I had just “fixed” the fencing preventing all further yak escapes.  I even repair the corral where our young bull yak escape by literally breaking the wood rails of the corral “fighting” with our older male.  The young bull left the corral, the older male stayed home.

Getting back to the yak in the road.  We have a “baby” that is able to get through the fence and I let her.  Until she is big enough for the fence to contain her, I don’t care if she get’s out. She knows where “home” is and always comes home.  Needless to say, the neighbor wanted us/me to get the yak out of the road.  It didn’t matter I wasn’t done with my coffee.

I drove down to the road and to my surprise, it wasn’t the baby.  It was the young bull.  Hey, I had fixed the fence!  But to be sure I drove around the pasture looking for openings in the fence.  Bewildered, I decided to just chase the yak to a gate I had opened to put the yak away. The yak actually gave the impression of wanting back in the pasture.    I was herding the yak towards the gate when the yak turned left and jumped over the fence into the pasture. He didn’t need a gate. 

So here’s the deal, yaks are cows.  Cows do not jump.  They walk slowly and eat.  Deer jump.  Yaks are not deer.  Who told JBC (the bull’s name) that he is a deer?  Incidentally, JBC stand for Junior Bacon Cheeseburger, which he will be turned into if he continues to think he’s a deer.

God Bless, Love ya, buy yarn and yak meat

Our crazy lives!

Monner