Living on a farm brings new adventures everyday, especially if you're a kid. As adults, we get to be part of those adventures or at least, be regaled by them from the participants.
Gazing out the store window, I saw Marseilles running across the parking lot in a semi-crouched fashion with her arms outstretched as if trying to catch something on the ground. It's not unusual to see her dashing around the yard with her long blond hair flying in the wind, but this was different.
"What is she doing?" I pondered.
Then I saw it. Ten feet in front of her. Waddling as fast as its two tiny legs could carry it. A pigeon! A tubby little blue-gray pigeon.
"There's a story here."
Finally catching it, Marseilles gently carried it back to the workshop from which they had been running. She put it down, only for it to try to escape again.
However, this time there were two more players in the scene, Mathijs and Rosette, the cat. Now, Rosette is THE best hunter on the farm, both of mice AND pigeons. In the barn she'll wait patiently in the rafters for pigeons to fly in and roost, spring on them, and have a nice dinner.
Pigeon tried to hide under the truck parked in front of the shop, while Marseilles and Mathijs anxiously tried to catch it to keep Rosette from having pigeon pie. They were all dodging around and under the truck with Pigeon the center of attention.
Finally, it was safely caught by Marseilles and placed in a box with food and water in the workshop.
"Marseilles, where did the pigeon come from?" I asked.
"Well, I saw Harriett nosing after something in the hay shelter. It was the pigeon. So, I chased it around the bales and finally cornered it.
"When I showed it to Daddy, he said it had a broken wing. I took it to the house to show Mommy. She looked at me, looked at it, and told me to get it out of the house.
"I showed it to Smoky, the gray cat. He just sniffed it but wasn't really interested. Rosette probably thought it was 'flightless food' when she saw it."
"Do you have a name for it?"
"No. It'll probably die. I haven't seen it eat any food," Marseille matter-of-factly replied.
After this adventure, Mathijs had to show me what he'd found in the workshop. His interests are totally for anything mechanical and technological. If Martin has a question about his new iPhone, he'll ask Mathijs, who knows the answers or will quickly find them.
Mathijs' discovery was a labeling device with a variety of cartridges.
"Did you read the manual to figure out how it works?"
"Oh no. I just watched a YouTube that explained it. Look at this," as he proceeded to show me how everything worked and why it does what it does. His enthusiasm was catching.
Another day and another adventure. This time it was Konstantijn.
"When I was feeding the sheep this morning, I saw one ewe off by herself.
Looking more closely, I could see a lamb halfway out.
"So, I ran over to her and helped pull the lamb the rest of the way."
Running to the house, Konstantijn burst in on the rest of the family at the breakfast table. She was so excited they had a hard time understanding what she was saying while wildly waving her arms.
"Flower had a lamb!" she excitedly exclaimed.
The table was abruptly vacated while everyone dashed off to the sheep corral to see the new arrival. It was the first lamb of the season, so that explained the excitement. By the thirty something lamb and a month of lack of sleep, the excitement will be replaced with Martin saying, "I'm coming," and everyone else yawning and finishing their breakfast. (Martin doesn't have that privilege.)
Speaking of Martin. He had a funny incident in the barn.