I already wrote this post once and detailed the exciting circumstances of the barn photo above. However, I was rudely interrupted by gunshots before I could hit the save button. All previous info/inspiration was lost. The small caliber gun noise made both Virgil and I rise from our computers to see if we could find where the shots were fired and see who was the intended target. I always fear for the fate of Harley or Mr. Man.
After calling for the critters with no luck, we hopped into the pickup to work our way down the road. We found Harley and our neighbor and her dogs happily on an evening walk. Harley smiled at us and gave me a big hug. Upon our return, Mr. Man proudly greeted up by stretching his dirty self on top of Virgil's day vehicle. Truely, gun noises are not something to fear around here...normally it is just somebody up to some target practice. But, it got our attention this evening.
Youngest child learned quite a bit in her construction adventures today. She learned to hold a stick for a surveyor. She learned to sand sheet rock. She learned to pick up nails with a magnet while on the site. She learned that the average I.Q. of a construction worker is something to worry about, yet be thankful for. She is glad that her dad is the boss. She learned that whining makes daddy grouchier resulting in more painful assignments for her...
