I have been thinking a lot about small things that can change your life in unexpected ways.
For instance, when giving a friend a tour of our new barn, I opened the hay doors in the loft to show her the lovely view. She looked down at the ground and said: "isn't this dangerous?" Her words of concern were like a shock of ice water because I have lived with hay doors since I was two years old, I was taught to not lean out them but never gave falling much thought until her question. Now this got me thinking how many hay door-related injuries have there been in the couple of hundred years barns have been around? A kid, a grown-up, a dog even? How many ways do we get so comfortable with something that could hurt us? In farming, I think a lot more often than other things. I think about this every time I push the bovines hay out the door and watch it fall to the ground. I wonder about the possible accidents over the years and wonder the percentage of farmers who got hurt this way. Perhaps I am better off not knowing.
The other change in my life that unexpectedly effect my day to day chores, is I cut my hair! An early Christmas gift from my Grandmother, my long time hairdresser and friend suggested that we take all the old unhealthy stuff off. I told her to go for it and never expected my hair to be as short as it is. Now I am not so vain that this bothers me, it needed to be cut and it will grow back. However a day or so later I discovered a problem with this. My hair was not keeping my headlamp on anymore! My hair is short and soft and healthy, therefore no help keeping the headlamp or hat on my head. Both a problem when it's cold and dark. Carrying the pig buckets out to their pen, only to have the headlamp strap sliding up making a hair crown until it finally pops off my head, missing a sloppy landing in the pig food by a hair. (Excuse the expression) Now, I am not sure how much help the light would be submerged in the goop. Although I suppose a pig bucket lantern could be useful.
Glowing pigs may not be tho.
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