So yesterday, I walked down to the garden in the early morning to turn on the water.
As usual, I was barefoot and watching where I stepped, as there are many sharp hulls from the walnut tree scattered around.
I finally got to the gravel driveway and relaxed a little about foot placement, when I came upon…. a dead digger squirrel.
He looked pretty scruffed up poor thing, and like he had been slobbered on quite a bit after being dispatched. I'm pretty sure it was Mr. P's dog Elvin who did the deed. Elvin has a deep and abiding dislike of digger squirrels.
The very first thing that came into my mind when I saw the squirrel, was John Denver singing… "Well life on the farm is kinda laid back, ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack…." which made me smile.
Yes, country life often involves animal carcasses, more's the pity.
Then I got my stiff rake out of the garden and scooped up the dead squirrel and threw him out into the vacant pasture.
On my way back to the house I decided to make up my own words to… 'Thank God I'm a Country Boy'.
And here they are:
When you get up in the mornin’ and you see a dead squirrel,
Just stick him on your rake and you give him a hurl,
When he’s flyin’ through the air see his tail just whirl,
Thank God I’m a country girl.
When the bear’s on the prowl just git out yer gun,
Shoot into the dark and you put him on the run,
Around these parts that’s what we call fun,
Thank God I’m a country girl.
Chorus:
Well, I got me a fine life, I got me some chickens,
And most of the time they’re cute as the dickens,
Though once in a while I get pretty slim pickin’s,
Thank God I’m a country girl.
Well I tend my garden and I weed and I hoe,
Even though some times I do it kinda slow,
Then I just stand back watchin’ God make it grow,
Thank God I’m a country girl.
Chorus:
Well, I got me a fine life, I got me some chickens,
And most of the time they’re cute as the dickens,
Though once in a while I get pretty slim pickin’s,
Thank God I’m a country girl.
:-)
Here's the fun part. I made a recording of me singing the song. I can't put it on the diary, but I am pretty sure I can email it. If you want to hear it, send me your email address and I'll give it a try. It's pretty funny.
(What exactly is amusing about a squirrel carcass? I want to know.)
Well, I suppose you had to be there. It just tickled my funny bone for some reason.
(Your funny bone needs some adjustment.)
Could be. Could be.