Posted by Kitty Sharkey , Tuesday, July 20, 2010 11:51 PM
The plus is on the way...
I called when I got home from work on Friday (my last working day for two months) with a cheerful positive attitude and left a message asking him to call me and that I was available for a visit on Monday. After that I wasn’t going to be available for a week or so as I was scheduled to have spinal surgery on Tuesday the 13th. I called again on Monday morning and left basically the same message. No reply. But no more notices either, which was a good thing.
So yesterday morning, I got “the call”. I took the upper hand with a very positive attitude and invited him to come on over for a visit and to discuss any issues he saw as well as possible solutions as long as they were environmentally friendly. He said he had waited to call because of my message. That was very considerate of him. Good sign…
He said if I wasn’t up to a visit due to the surgery, he was more than willing to wait and schedule a time later in the month. But I told him I was actually up and mobile with a walker in the house and a cane outside. I was available all day. No worry about the time, just swing by when you’re in the area. I did ask him if he had received a complaint. He stated that he had received a call, but it was more of a concern than a complaint. Hrm… what did that mean?
“Oh yes. I have chickens and goats and…”
“Yes. They’re my therapy animals”
I explained that when I had injured my back a year ago, I had to go out on disability for 4-1/2 months. The first month, I was basically bedridden and wasn’t making any progress. My physical therapist wanted me to get up and move, to walk and stretch. So I got my goats. They gave me a reason to get up each day. I didn’t have a choice. I had to go out at least twice a day to feed and care for them. A flake of hay or a scoop of grain didn’t weigh anything. But having those chores gave me purpose. And the affection and emotional healing that came from them was incredible. Within two weeks I was up, moving about, and showing improvement. I explained that I believed the reason I was standing today rather than lying in bed after spinal surgery was because of my goats. They are helping me to heal.
The man declined going up as he had a bad knee. I jokingly called him a woos, and said that even I could go up and I had just had spinal surgery. We had a laugh, but the woman followed me up. She was immediately taken by the view of the hills. Beautiful.
I also explained that they couldn’t easily open the top. Bees seal their hives. In order to access and inspect them, we humans need a hive tool – basically a fricking crow bar. I also said that I doubt resident raccoons or possums would go to the trouble of trying to access the hive. Let’s face it. In our environment, they are scavengers. They are looking for garbage, dog food, and stuff like that. You think they are going to risk several hundred stinging angry bees for a little honey when they can just tip over or climb into someone’s garbage? Um… no.
WHEW! After they left, I cracked open a bottle of wine and settled down for a nice relaxing nap on the chaise under the new picture window in front. What an experience!