The auctioneer was pointing right at me when he announced, “SOLD! To this gentleman right here for $65 — a one week old bull calf!”
Huh? Say what?!
My wife and I definitely weren’t planning on acquiring any livestock (much less a bull) when we decided to attend the local charity auction! All we really wanted to do was help raise funds for the church’s youth program…
As I went up to the money table to pay for our new “investment,” all I could do is smile, shake my head, and wonder: how did I get myself into this situation?
(Don’t worry, both me and my wife are super excited about this latest adventure. It just caught us a little off guard.) 😉
A little later that night, I was out walking the dirt road with our dog, Ryu.
It was a gorgeous night for a walk! We had about an inch and a half of fresh, clean snow. (You gotta love springtime in the mountains!) The stars were twinkling in the cold air, and the quarter moon was clear and bright — but unfortunately, I wasn’t paying much attention to it.
I had my head down and was deep in thought, trying to crunch the numbers of how much fencing would cost, what supplies we would need, where would we go to buy hay, etc. — when all of a sudden, Ryu started barking…
He’s usually pretty quiet on our walks, so I knew something was up.
Sure enough, he had found a new “friend,” and this friend had its bushy tail (black with a long white stripe) sticking straight up into the air!
When I walked into the house about 10 minutes later, the first thing Lindsey said to me was, “Phew! Did you get sprayed by a skunk?!”
Again, I couldn’t help but wonder, how did I get myself into this situation?
I’ve asked that question a lot over the last week or so.
Like when I found myself reaching into a wire cage to pull out a snarling mink…
I had taken the day off work to help a neighbor (who keeps tens of thousands of the nasty little critters) carry out his breeding program. I actually really enjoy working at the mink farm every now and then, but it isn’t unusual to put your hand into one of the cages, only to get bitten 4 or 5 times before you even realize what has happened!
Thank goodness for elbow-length leather welding gloves!
Also, did you know that mink have scent glands similar to a skunk’s?
According the 19th century naturalist Clinton Hart Merriam, the scent is more unbearable than a skunk’s. He also stated that it was “one of the few substances, of animal, vegetable, or mineral origin, that has, on land or sea, rendered me aware of the existence of the abominable sensation called nausea.”
I think that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but still — working on a mink farm, it’s just another one of those situations that makes me shake my head.
And speaking of nausea…
Friday morning, right around 1:45am, our poor little monkey got a really bad case of the pukes. 😦
After about 4 hours, 2 sets of soiled jammies, and several rounds of intense vomiting, she finally drifted off into an exhausted sleep.
As I sat there in the dark living room with that sweet little baby in my arms, I looked around me, surveying the carnage: couch cushions were strewn here and there, a bucket sat at my feet (with a little bit of puke still swirling around the bottom) — heck, I didn’t even have a shirt on! It had been one of the first barf-casualties of the night.
In the midst of those less-than-ideal circumstances, the thought hit me: this is exactly where I want to be.
Sure, my life can get pretty crazy at times, but I love it.
All of it!
I may not know how I got myself into this situation, but there’s nowhere else I’d rather be!