Dear friends, I appreciate your comments about little Rosie and that dreadful first night in the big scary barn. I had all intentions of replying to each one...and simply ran out of time. Since that first night, everything has been fine. She is a bouncing, happy, sweet little bundle of joy. She makes us laugh.
After changing some things, like putting the carrier she was used to sleeping in, inside the enclosed section of the barn, and then feeding her late, before we go to bed, she has been sleeping through the night. Rosie is happy and I know she is safe, so I can relax. Asa sleeps in that bare spot there in front of the carrier, so that's good.
I'm not crazy about being outside at night in the dark, even though the teeny tiny barn is only a few steps from the house. So, I said to Poppy, when it was time to feed Rosie that last bottle, I wish we still had that old light, the one we used to take camping back in the 70's. Poppy said, it may still be in the shop, let me look.
Guess what! Poppy had to hit it a few times, but it came on and still works. Amazing, because the battery has never been changed.
Poppy won this light on a punch board at his uncle Tom's gas station/barber shop in West End North Carolina. Do you remember when punch boards were popular? Those things were fun to play. Poppy won a bunch of stuff. Anyhow, the old light was perfect to set up in the barn while feeding Rosie.
I'll have to admit, that is me in the picture. I should be ashamed to post such a thing, but what the heck. I had raked leaves most of the morning, then cleaned out the little greenhouse. So that's my excuse for looking as ragged as I do.
Oh my, it's bedtime! Hope to be right back here tomorrow.
Remember Miss Ann? and Fred, her husband? This is their Grandson, Dash. Visiting from Chicago. He helped Poppy feed Rosie.