Captain's Log- Small Towns

I love small towns, but I love ours the best. 

Last week, heading to a meeting somewhere far from Fallon, a frantic text came in from the office on Center Street. Sadie said Denice had called from the shop on Maine Street because the post office had called her because they knew she works with us and could find me. 

Apparently, the front door to my house (all the way southwest of town, about nine miles away) was wide open and “the animals were all over the place.” I could just imagine peacocks roosting on the couch. 

We decided, in the interest of time, to have Sadie call Nancy, who writes for us and lives across the road from me, to see if she could run over there really fast to check what was going on. 

Nancy then texted me that the door was closed and everything looked fine, but there was a note on the door from the mail gal. Nancy takes care of all the beasts and fowl for me when I’m gone, and she knows it’s a free-range free-for-all at the Boyer Bunny Ranch. The mail lady apparently hasn’t gotten that figured out yet, though, and was concerned for my living room. 

And rightfully so, the goats did end up indoors one day, thanks to my little grandson.   

Gratefully, the menagerie had remained outside, and the run-around was for naught, but what a lovely feeling to know that we’re all watching out for each other.  

So, while we reinforce the goat pen and complain that the shop cats have to patrol the farm for mice now that they have to earn their keep, we’ll all still be right here…

…Keeping you posted.

Rach