Mute Sounds

                    Mute Sounds


The day and week seems to fly and drag on at the same time,
With all the drama of elections and the worry over something we have very little control.
It is fall.
Leaves changing, crazy up and down temps,
The weather practicing for winter with one day cool the next silly hot.
The work of the ranch always goes on . Usually the same ol' same ol'.
Sometimes we have purple unicorns show up out of nowhere in the barn overnight,
Then most of the times it is the normal worries about muscle strain, lagging energy, and work.
At one time in a far off land these worries were not known you just did it and went on.

Night time is down time,
Literally many times.
Just wishing you didn't hurt so dang much from the little things like getting up and down out of a tractor.
When you get up to move around you ask someone if they need anything to save them the pain of movement.
You might move slow at first. Wincing, limping until you loosen up.
This is what you save the other from when getting something " while your up",
Surprisingly, this is love for the person you have been with for over 41 years.

Early in the night one of you may retire early to the comforts of the bed for a little while.
The other relaxes a while longer in the recliner.
Shutting out the day with loud noises from the entertainment box.
While hitting the mute button at times to listen to the world outside for normal sounds.

Sometimes normal sounds are Oklahoma wind.
Some of the night sounds may be a pack of coyotes running through singing to each other.
On occasion you hear the lone coyote yipping or singing for the others.
Heidi Ho hears the songs and has to make sure to let us know she is doing her job.
She growls and barks when inside.
When in the dark yard she runs to the fence sometimes nose to nose with the wild ones.
The normally quiet companion is going wild at the chain link fence barking and being fierce,
The wild one is on the other side hackles up, body bowed, snapping and snarling at the tame jailed one.
When Heidi Ho is inside I tell her it is ok and turn the noise box up again so she isn't listening to the wild ones.
When she is in the dark yard jail, I usually open the door and tell her to get inside before the coyotes bite her!
Heidi Ho the 82# pit bull quickly runs into the house like they really will.

Tonight's Oklahoma mute sounds are sometimes not all that normal,
I heard the wet sounds.
Rain gently falling off the metal roof,
It isn't raining hard enough to make a sound when it hits the roof.
It waits.........
Not making any sound until it hits the ground and splashes in the newly formed puddles.

I keep the mute button on just sitting there.
Soaking up the sounds into my soul much like standing in the rain getting wet.
Instead I was coated inside with Mother Natures tranquilizer,
Laying back, no idiot box noise, Heidi Ho lightly snoring only the way a puppy dog can do,
With the slowly falling rain gently rolling off the roof,
Finally making that rain sound when it hits the ground,
Gentle splashing with such a quiet sound,
Yet reverberating through the soul.

As you soak up the sound,
You think of the ponds refreshing themselves.
Renewing the thirst quenching supply for the cows,
The water line that was down at least 6 feet from the edge now slowly flowing back up.
The brown and almost brown grass from summers dryness and falls lack of perfect temperatures,
Perking up, absorbing the refreshment while it can.
Soon to be canceled with winters frost until next spring once again being renewed.

I fall asleep and wake up 2 hours later.
The rain is still gently falling,
You realized you have had the most refreshing and relaxed sleep you've had in a long time.
It's like your soul is smiling......
The gentleness of the night......
The calming of the rain........
As the soul soaks it up .....
It gently washes away all the nastiness of the day and even the last few days.

I need more of this more often,
God Please Send Me More Soul Food.

Love
Ranchmama
11- 7- 2016

The Purple Unicorns

  Sometimes some days are just strange. This Purple Unicorn day actually started the night before.

     Neighbor called and said she found 3 donkeys in the road and put them in her yard. She asked if I had any idea who they belonged to. Told her I had no clue. 

    She texted later and thought she heard more down my way. Told her no Heidi Ho was outside and she would have told us. Told us who knows what critters we will find in the morning ! Lol

    Well sure enough hubby goes in the tractor to put hay out and when he gets back we had 3 donkeys. ( unicorns ) down in our barn ! Text neighbor told her I found  3 donkeys and she said hubby came home late and left the gate open so they got out.

    My hubby had called the sheriff and told them to come get them because we had no clue where they go. 

     I told him we could keep them so I wouldn't have to do so much brush hogging. Then I look up and see about 30 head of cows running to the other corner of the place to get away from them! Well I guess that canceled that idea out. Lol

    Talked to helper and he said he knew where they go he thought. We called sheriff and canceled the pick up. Sure enough turns out I had met her a few years ago at my homeopathic doc friends and I had her card so I called her. 

   Oh my goodness! She is a midwife on her way to Amarillo for a client but she had 6 kids at home that would come and get them! She said that they had been gone 3 weeks and she passed my house 70 times looking for them. She said she prayed and prayed to find them. 

     Here's the interesting part. These are milking donkeys! That's right didn't know there was such a thing either.

     The lady is a naturalpathic doctor and she uses the donkey milk for a few kids with a disorder where they have to take antibiotics all the time. The donkey milk keeps them off their meds. And keeps them well. 

   All 6 kids came to pick them up. Interesting to see how they operated together. Kind of like a voting system. 

     Funny how God works isn't it? They get loose. 3 weeks later someone finds them and nobody had a clue where they belong. They get loose again and come all the way to our barn so the helper can tell us where they belong and they can go home to get kids well again!

Here's our purple unicorns folks!

Love

Ranchmama