mudder and trouble

       mudder having been born in a mud puddle and the older and i wouldn't say wiser, but definitely more ornery than trouble who also is aptly named, were caught the other day red handed or black hoofed so to speak. a low place where the terrain dips and exposes a high electric fence affords mudder and trouble the freedom to explore my yard and in turn the back of my greenhouse. the slightest hint of anything and they slip back into the fence seemingly undetected, leaving behind a trail of destruction and mayhem . 

       recently i had spent time placing some older arbor vitae in an area back of the greenhouse and had the plants all set up and heeled in real nice. i topped off the top  of the pots with more soil as i had recently transplanted them and since i was handling them took full advantage of getting them into shape. shaping the tops with shears and weeding as necessary. an unusually windy day after i had placed them there , let me find them in the morning all scattered about , but in an unusual way as it didn't look like wind as i had originally thought but instead one was going this way , and another the other way. thinking at the time if this was wind it sure was a twirling around. i sat them up and straightened everything up and went on about  my business. the next morning i again found the arbor vitae west hell and crooked as the term goes. and then i started looking for another culprit to my vandalism problems , as there had been no wind the previous evening. 

       it was as i was standing there straightening them up again i noticed that mudder and trouble who at this time was called shithead, as i call; any unnamed animal i am fond of, but just haven't settled on a name yet. well mudder was giving me the old evil eye as i grumbled about what was going on , and it was at this point she dropped tit and stared and then walked to the other side of her mother , as if to hide. up the hill i could see shithead or the future trouble as it is cleaner to say than shithead, looking down at me glaring also as if i was taking all the fun away and then it came to me what  they were doing . and it was then i looked at the ground and noticed the hoof prints as if bambi had been stalking me from behind the greenhouse. i looked up the hill again and said to shithead , you are nothing but trouble and thought to myself what an appropriate name. he too had found a tit but gladly looked down the hill at the mere mention of his new name . 

       since  accusing them and finding them out things have been pretty good but today with an added twist i actually caught them in the act of being on the wrong side of the fence again as i came out of the greenhouse to find both of them chewing on a pile of cardboard boxes as if it was their last meal. the door slamming spooked trouble who scurried back under the fence arching his back downward to assure he didnt touch the wire which was electric. whereupon he he returned to the safety of his mother who seemed , at best unconcerned by the going ons. 

         yet defiantly this time mudder refused to give ground and steadfastly reserved her right to stand and eat cardboard as she pleased , till she saw babe behind  me and figured she too had better return to the safety of the fence. and off she went as she to ducked behind the fence to supposed safety, looking back as if to say you are not any fun. but then again neither is picking up after them. 

         i have just been to busy to give much thought to fixing the fence as it is low on my list of priorities , but assure you it will move higher if they persist . now it is just a novelty to watch them have fun in their cow ways and think they are getting one over on me. 

         today was a step closer to the open house as preparations continue. i was able to set the front stones of the log cabin and unload the logs in the location i selected. also i spent time straightening the office area and absorbing the overflow of pots we have.