Green Pilgrim Runs Ranch

Over the weekend I am housesitting for my patrones while the attend the Flock and Fiber show in Canby, OR. My tasks include stomach-tubing a calf named Victoria whose mom died of a complicated pregnancy, bottle feedings some lambs, throwing out hay, and general vigilance.

My patrones tell me that the number of lambs born this fall is unusually high, and that typically there are not more than one or two until January. A group of all female triplets was named after the Bronte sisters: Charlotte, Emily, and the Other one. I had originally suggested Salt, Pepa, and Spinderella, but those names were rejected for being too urban.

On the subject of romantic literature, I was recently taken to task for not having read a single novel by Jane Austen. My interlocutor claimed that Elizabeth Bennett is one of a trio of universally loved characters, along with Anna Karennina and a third that I forget. I countered that Ahab, Heathcliff, and Frankenstein's monster were a more appealing group. So I guess that means my worldview values best megalomaniacal domineering tyrants. Huzzah!