I have a confession to make. I am a bit of a control freak. Yes, I like my world neat and orderly.
I like my ducks in order. I try to cross all my T's and dot all my I's.
There is just one problem with this philosophy. This is a farm, and for some reason farm life has a tendency to gravitate towards chaos and bedlam with very little provocation. It's always amazing how a day can take a turn towards chaos with one tiny omission.... say, like not properly locking a gate.
Yesterday morning started out so beautifully peaceful. We rose early and finished chores quickly. We had made plans to golf with friends. (Note: Hubbs is a golfer. Me... not so much. I know how, but it is just not an activity that I feel like putting so many hours into. And so I play golf once or twice a year and I do ok.... a couple great shots, a few good shots, a few good putts, and the rest... meh! But, I have fun!)
As we were finishing chores... lastly opening up the chicken houses, we noticed our resident doe standing in the farm lane...