Monday, October 15, 2007
While feeding the sheep and making sure everyone was buttoned up for the night this evening, I heard a very familiar, albeit longtime-not-heard, sound coming from behind me. "Hmm, hmm, clack. Hmm, hmm, clack."
It wasn't very loud. I think only someone who was familiar with the voice would have recognized it. As I slowly turned around I just had to smile. My old friend, Bran (pronounced "Brawn") was back! He disappeared just before I was to have surgery this past June. I would always ask my DH if he had seen him when he would come in from sheep and chicken chores. Nope. Not even a hint of a feather. He was gone all summer.
I suppose he was off doing Raven-things. He had brought both the Mrs. and the kids to see me shortly before he took off. I can only hope he and his family were "summering" somewhere nice. Were they on the beaches in the Virgin Islands? South America? Did he finally take them to Disneyland? I will have to ask my friend. Most likely he will not say a word about vacation, but instead ask if there have been any changes to the menu. Do I still serve animal cookies and eggs? What about the odd kitchen scrap? And are those freshly caught mice still on the menu? I will have to tell him that he'll have to discuss the mouse situation with Josie and Toadie.
I'm glad to see my friend again. I stood for awhile by the gate, himself on the nearby post, trying to mimic his soft call to me back to him as we've always done. He seemed pleased that I would remember what to say. And as I placed a few animal cookies where he usually ate them, I noticed he had brought the Mrs. with him again. She just looked puzzled at the both of us, at our strange conversation we had going. They stayed close by until I went towards the house to come in for the evening.
Goodnight, my friend. I am so glad to see you again! I'll see you in the morning...Winter hours now, Bran...let me have at least one cup of coffee before I have to come out and break ice.