A Day in the Life of A Weasel

Tonight the two older kids had T-ball practice in Leonard:
When they make the kids run (not sure why they do that) they send them out in a big line which quickly morphs into a big pack. The kids run to a designated point, then turn 180 degrees and run back. The turn is practically a guaranteed collision....but I digress... Sterling always runs with his head turned to the side looking at all the other kids. He is 180 degrees away from having his "eye on the prize" and could care less about how fast he is going. When he actually looks where he is going, he is much faster. I guess it is a "tell" of his overall personality.

We then picked up hay:
There is a place on the other side of Leonard where they were selling some hay. It "used to be horse quality" hay, but was old and somewhat water-damaged, so it is now "cow quality" which is fine for our cows, goats and sheep. With all the green grass we have here, we don't really need hay, but if a drought hits, hay prices will hit the roof and we will be introuble, so I figure why not stock up in the time of plenty? We gave $12 for 12 bales (a good deal) and loaded up the truck with them and the real prize for the night - a free plastic 55 gallon drum. It will make an excellent livestock feeder once modified.

When we got home we unloaded the hay at our remote shed:
Sterling and Ginger stayed in the truck watching The Cat In The Hat on DVD while Winter climbed on the newly forming hay stack and played with the dog. On the way out, she "ran interference" and opened/closed the gates (for us to drive the truck through) quickly before the cattle could escape.

It was still light, so we hit the lake:
I had dug some real nightcrawlers out of some poop-filled hay that our recently-delivered animals had been using as bedding after giving birth. The chickens loved that I scratched it up and the nightcrawlers were (what I thought would be) the perfect bait. Apparently it was too late, or perhaps the kids splashed the water too much, but we had no bites.

It was soon dark, so we came inside:
The kids finished their dinner (why is it that kids will eat 3-hour old ramen noodles, but not freshly cooked vegetables?) and then we had ice cream before brushing teeth and hitting the sack with pleasant dreams of a fun-filled day with Grandma coming to take them to their T-ball games.