City people don't get calls like I get at work in the middle of the afternoon. When you live in a city, your husband calls you at work and says things like
"Can you pick up some milk on the way home?" or
"I think a light burnt out in the kitchen today" or even (if you're really lucky)
"What do you want for dinner tonight?"
But no, I live in the country. And my husband is full-time stay-at-home-dad as well as full-time farmer. I get calls like this.
"The truck died. I'm 3.5 hours away from you and have a full trailer full of just-processed frozen chickens."
"I never did get around to chainsawing today because there are 3 fire trucks here from my unplanned prairie burn"
2008 Unplanned prairie burn
or this last Friday at 3:30 pm
"Everything got out. Cows and sheep, and I can't get them back in. I need more manpower!"
At that last one, echoing in my ears I heard with a nice hillbilly drawl, "Maw, the cows're out."
This isn't our land, by the way. This is our neighbor's land.
Did I mention it was freezing cold out?
This is what they did to the portable netting when they got out:
They snapped the support post. Sigh.
I keep thinking that after a few years, I won't get these phone calls at work anymore, but I'm beginning to think they are just part of the deal.
I'm still glad he calls me when he needs help.