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Morning Glory Gazette

17 June 2003

Father’s Day

Now Playing - Daddy's Hands

Strange how life has twists and turns in it. My mother called and told me that my brother had drank some fertilizer by accident. I guess they called poison control and when my father was asked about it, he said, “My boy drank some fertilizer.” “How old is he?” was the question.

Dad then said, “33.” So I am told that my brother is ok, but he may turn into a blooming idiot.

With Mom telling stories about my siblings, my source of humor may be unlimited. I sure am glad for my Father though, he has taught me so much over the years.

It seems like I do not do anything without asking him first. I bet he wished that I was that way when I was a teenager. My father taught me to work; he did not teach me to love it. Then again we have no shortage of strange events on the Morning Glory Farm. We have a calf that is thin. I can not seem to put any weight on it. I talked to my Dad about her.

We decided that we would change the flora in her gut, and then give her a protein boost. So I had Jeanie help me. Caught the calf and fed it two eggs and fresh manure from a cow. At no time did the calf seem to enjoy all of our attention. Thus far Jeanie has not complained of any physical ailments. In fact nobody seems to want me to give them medical attention.

Sherry is afraid to complain about a headache right now.

I later asked advice from my cousin who is a Veterinarian. In Nebraska, we know that there are two types who are called Doc. One is a people Doc and the other is a Veterinarian and you trust the Vet. Well my cousin provided some very free advice and has no idea why I did what I did and claims it has no basis with any scientific evidence to back it up.

I guess I will not be asking him to send money so the turkey can go to a faith healer. Bet the calf wished that I had called him first instead of talking to my Dad. Then again maybe after being forced to eat manure the calf will want to eat a lot so I do not come back.

Jeanie and Phillip are baulking at some of the extra work needed with our special creatures. I want the calf to be fed some grower pellets twice a day. They need to go and round up the calf and put her in the creep feeder and grain her. They do not seem to see the importance of this. Sherry wants water hauled to the turkey several times a day so she does not have to walk to the water.

Last night Sherry had a dog dish filled with water and was babying the bird. As the turkey gains weight the more trouble it has moving around. Strange how I am not much different. I just keep thinking that there is plenty of room for all God’s creatures on the Morning Glory Farm. That is, right next to the mashed potatoes.

Had a wonderful Father’s Day. Children are good as they care even when you think they do not. Here on the farm we are very blessed. We enjoyed just some quite time on the farm. The temperature was climbing and made it uncomfortable to do anything outside. We just enjoyed the time indoors. They let me cook dinner. I grilled outside so the house would not heat up. At one time the only thing I ever made was reservations. Now I do a little cooking.

School will be starting this week for us. Right now it looks like Sherry and Jeanie will be doing cake decorating. Phillip and I plan on supporting them in this endeavor and will do what ever it takes to help with homework. Phillip and I will be attending welding class. We will be going to Muskogee for class. I guess there was some trouble with us attending. Did not know that we would have to pay out of district tuition.

Who would have ever guessed that people would be sneaking into a trade school from another district. To get in-district tuition I had to promise not to use the welding class for employment. So as I set at work with my two Master degrees I am a little nervous that someone may come running into my office begging me to weld something and I will have to say no. Phillip will have to deal with this issue on his own.

Hope all fathers feel as blessed as I do.

From the Fields of Morning Glory Farms

Rick & Sherry O'Mara