Slow September Saturday
This morning I saw that someone had hit a fox on the lane in front of the house. I put it on the tailgate of the pickup, which chose to die there, too. In the middle of the lane.
I convinced Sugar to leave the fox alone. We walked to the Mule.
The Kawasaki started right up. Then the shifter, too, decided it was a good day to die. So it’s running, it’s just not going anywhere. Deja vu. True to form, the mule is being obstinate about being pushed. Since this happened in front of the garage, my good pickup is now blocked in.
I moved the blocks on the back of the other pickup and disposed of the fox. Without the trailer.
By the time I got back the red and white pickup started. Thank goodness for spares.
September 29th, 2007 at 5:07 pm
Is that snow on the ground?
September 30th, 2007 at 6:42 am
Hi Karen, just keep in mind that the fox had worse luck than you did!
September 30th, 2007 at 6:46 am
Nic - yes, but that photo is from last November!
Hi Bonnie - yes, I filed the entry under both bad & good luck. At least I didn’t have to put the carcass in the Element! I’m not going to start with the Ford jokes. I always could have used the loader.
September 30th, 2007 at 8:04 am
I always wonder…if it were a person standing in the lane would they have hit that? How is it that there are so many more people then foxes that the fox gets hit and not a person. In a little lane no less. Poor fox.
October 1st, 2007 at 5:09 am
What a day! No body needs ‘em, but they seem to come along anyhow. Take care of yourself
October 7th, 2007 at 10:41 pm
Karen, the way you handle adversity is truly remarkable. I would love to have lunch with you next time I’m in the area. We’ll talk soon, OK?
Hugs,
Laurie