Came in through the window
Look, a new rig! In the field, this evening, the biggest tricycle I’ve ever see. Special machine, tasked with spreading lime before the winter begins. And the job was over and done before we understood the implications. There’s going to be another crop, of something, next year. Else, why spend money on extras. Now we wait for the new growth, to discover what will be our “farm view” in ’22. Just the anticipation of watching something novel (and amazing) spring forth already takes the edge off a winter that hasn’t started.
How did that song go? “It came in through the bathroom window.” In Saskatoon, a moose came in, through the classroom window. Close enough, should some want to add a verse to the song. And for those who wonder about such things, there’s even a photo on a news site, showing the oversize idiot , hunkered down for a bit of proper education. I’ve seen a moose, up close. Won’t fit in a standard desk. Barely fits in the classroom. And now that someone is being tasked with getting the beat back outside (how does that work, I wonder?), the kids will get a quick lesson in wildlife management. Not going to happen around here; we’ve got nothing to compare.
I’m hard put to remember if we ever had a wild experience, back when I was in school. I remember one lad that left an after-school detention, through the raised window, but that’s not as intense. In his case, he just went home, where his father reinforced the discipline
I wonder where he is, now?
