Weekend

 
Jackson
the mailbox - story below


Little Lizzie

Betty, Wilma and Hattie


Jackson, my helper

Emerson and Oliver

It's March!  Hard to believe it's here already but yes indeed it is.  Squirrels are frolicking, birds are singing {well, almost}, sun is out, and Irish soda bread is on the menu in a couple of weeks.

J and I had a "date" on Friday.  We went and watched Monument's Men at a new cinema in town.  The only other movie we watched there was American Hustle.  Both very good movies.  It's a beautiful theater so we hope to try and go monthly.  Of course popcorn was a must and we ate too much.  There was a woman with a group of five 13 or 14 year old girls ahead of us.  They were going to see Philomena.  The woman, texting as she walked, said to the girls before they went in the theater "now everyone has their phones, right?"  Maybe it's just me but I don't see the point.  You're watching a movie.....

We were at a feed store the other day and heard the first sign of spring.  Well, the first sign of spring to us.  The peeping of tiny little chicks.  Those cute little puffballs with the high-pitched peep are reminders that winter is going to wind down in a month or two.

Last Sunday I mentioned on Facebook that our mailbox got hit.  Well, demolished {photo above}.  Sunday night I was in the kitchen watching television and working on something and J was in the living room.  We both heard a bang and felt it.  J couldn't figure out what it was.  He turned the outside light on and realized the mailbox was missing.  Gone.  He went to the end of the driveway with a flashlight to see the piece of post that had been buried including the steel post piece to support it laying on the ground.  The mailbox and remaining post was nowhere to be found.  Our mail that we had forgotten to get was littered all over the side of the road and parts from the car that hit it including the entire headlight, wheel well, etc. were everywhere.  The person was nowhere to be found. 

Long story short we have no idea who it was and whether or not they are ok.  We have no idea if they fell asleep, were texting, or if it was alcohol or drugs.  We've lost just the mailbox to snowplows, typically a couple of year, but never the entire post.  We ended up finding the post and box over in the neighbors yard, half buried in snow.  J put a temporary one up until the ground thaws so he can put another post in.

It's been lazy days, for the most part, around here for the critters of Cobble Hill.  Oliver and Emerson are still stationed in front of the fire while Jack terrorizes the house and naps heavily between rounds.  Cait has been taking on Oliver when he gets a crazy thought of tackling her.  She has learned to hold her own.  And the Coop Girls are enjoying the milder temps of the weekend.

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Hoping you are having a wonderful weekend!!

7 comments:

The Desert Echo said...

Love the photo of the sleeping dogs. You have a refreshing attitude with the mailbox anyone else might be annoyed but you are concerned for the driver, that's lovely.

Natalie said...

Sorry about the mail box. Thank you for sharing your stories, they are one of the highlights of my days. :)

Staci at Life At Cobble Hill Farm said...

Thanks Desert Echo. If they hadn't left so much of their vehicle behind I wouldn't have been so concerned but we are both astonished that they were able to drive off.

Natalie - thank you!! :)

Mary said...

Sorry about your mailbox.The only time that's happened to us, it was a friend who stopped by to feed the horses and backed over it while we had a day out. He was super embarrassed and we still tease him about it. Last week my truck was at the body shop to repair damage sustained at the grocery store. I've been hit twice since Christmas, and no there was no note. So irritating when people don't own their mistakes!
We were away for the weekend and stopped at the feed store on our way home because yet another winter storm was on the way. I was SO excited to see the baby chicks.
Those boys are the smoochiest!!

V Alpha said...

Yes, can't wait for some spring weather! Your pups are so cute. My cats, Sophie and Max, alternate between "boiling their brains" as my daughter calls it, very close to the oil heater, and roll themselves into balls of fluff on my bed or a chair. I started making cold cucumber pickles since I can't wait for vegetable stand produce! Too bad about your mailbox. Spring IS coming in 16 days!

Staci at Life At Cobble Hill Farm said...

Mary - oh, the poor person, that would be awful. I can't believe you've been hit twice with no note. That is very frustrating!!

V Alpha - perfect wording "boiling their brains". That's what Oliver and Emerson do as well. :)

Our Neck of the Woods said...

Your poor mailbox! It really did get creamed. I wonder what happened? Too bad the driver didn't tell you. I would like to think that if I ran into someone's mailbox I would let them know, but I guess until you are in that situation you don't know how you'll react!