My metamorphosis into a country girl is continuing slowly. Yesterday, we went to the house to build yet more IKEA furniture (this is what you can afford when you spend way too much on your dream kitchen). In my continuing battle with all things scatological, it seems that it isn’t only goats who parade their way past our front gate littering our lawn with their devil turds, but also cows and at least one lone horse (that we’ve seen). The road (and it is a paved road, not that you would believe it based on how I’ve described the place) has become a mine field of various types of animal crap, and since rain doesn’t come along too often in the summer I’m guessing it doesn’t get washed away very often. Honestly, I think it would be easier to avoid getting blown to bits in a real mine field than to actually dodge the massive piles of poo on our road. Being acquainted with the eating habits and irritable bowels of our cloven hoofed friends isn’t something I take a shine to, and I like smelling it from my front porch even less. It wouldn’t be so bad if we didn’t have to get out of the car to open the gate, although doing the little hoppy dance trying to avoid stepping in it might prove to be good exercise.
Looking out the window and seeing a cow in front of our place is definitely going to take some getting used to. I think the poor thing was a bit confused, though, because we were blasting The Cure from the stereo. No doubt the animals around us will get a bit of an education too, or at least an appreciation of 80’s goth bands.