We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Gee whiz, Bird Dog. Where'd you find that "Analyst" lady? She is over my head, but I'm just a dumb-ass uneducated farmer with muddy boots, and I ain't sure what she's talkin about. There ain't none of those bums up here, and if there are, we stay clear of em. We figure people out pretty quick around here. You just watch and see how they do. You learn that in the Army. No choice. But that ---ing Castro, right. Should have invaded and killed the slippery bastard years ago and free those poor folk down there from that commie BS. I woulda gone happily, when I was young and ornery, instead of old and ornery. It couldn't have been as bad as Korea. Cute Cuban gals, I heard plenty about them. And Dad was well then, could have handled things on the farm without me. Go in there like Teddy Roosevelt with real men and fix the ----ing mess.
The blackbirds are here and croaking up a storm. A good sound. Looks like we'll go over 4000 gallons with the sugaring. Saw a bear stumbling around the other morning but naturally didn't have my rifle. We aren't red-necks up here with rifles on our tractors. Maybe we are red-necks, but without rifles on our vehicles. Bears are in season now, right, Dog?
The main deal right now is planning the corn planting. All set with the hay fields and we don't need to re-seed them this year. Except we'll do #4 in clover this spring. Freshen it up. And fatten the venison. I promise not to shoot one until sept. But let's not go overboard with those game rules. Deer aren't game. They are called food. Is there a season for beef? City-folk make those rules down in Montpelier and Burlington and they know nothing about the Northeast Kingdom.
Hope you and the litter had a good Easter. Had the kids and daughter in law here. They spruced the place up a bit for me. Which it needed, I guess. Threw out a lot of old junk and ordered new curtains on line. "Country Curtains." Which I really care, but they mean well and I don't need much.