Went out to the water trough that my father had installed in front of the Big House so, in the evenings, when he was here, and as the sun set to the west, he could watch from his wheelchair, the whitetails come in for a "water cocktail" as he spied them through his binoculars.
Anyway, I was over there spreading out some leftovers from my cooking experiments that were past maturity for additional treats for my whitetail friends.
They will eat anything...except onions, as I have discovered.
It was still raining, lightly beneath the gray, low scudding clouds...the raindrops pelting my yellow raincoat with the pitter-patter that rain makes...ya know. I was loving it!
Mud all around. Melting off the duck tape that held together my favorite left footed Nacona boot I had bought 30 years ago, with its right footed mate. Methinks its toast...(how's that for a segue from rain and mud?)
I was near the trough scattering what was left of the browning celery stalks when...
I slipped...both feet at the same time.
Landed full on my back, with a huff from my lungs, and in the mud.
"Dangit!" I wheezed, but lay there for a moment, turning my head and reaching for the rain-soaked Dickies cap that Damon had given me a couple of years ago which had tumbled from my noggin' when I fell.
Sierra the Dog showed up at my face suddenly, wet and panting.
Started licking my cheeks, ears perked.
"Off!" I wheezed and she backed off a few feet.
About that time, a well-rained-upon frog leapt out of the nearby grass onto my chest as I lay there trying to catch my breath.
It might as well have been a small dinosaur because I freaked!
"Dangit!" (methinks I may have said something else)
With a frantic sweeping motion with my left hand to the poor frog inches from my nose and opulent mustache, I heard a slight thud of it against the wall of the water trough...looked and saw it, injured, fall into the brown grass next to the trough, and immediately set upon by Sierra the Dog, who finished the job on the witless "dinosaur."
"Jeez..." as I struggled get up out of the mud. "Must be gettin' old...glad nobody saw that."
"I did," came a voice.
I looked around...not a body nearby.
I was alone, in a small pasture of brown sun scorched grass, cedar bushes and mesquite, near a water trough, with a small plastic kitchen bag in hand from the celery remains I had been scattering around and Sierra the dog and a dead frog.
Looked at Sierra the Dog.
"Did you say that?"
She just panted, looking between me and the "dinosaur."
Just at that time the rain stopped and within minutes, the gray clouds dissipated and the sun shone through with blue sky behind.
I was thoughtful as I bathed the mud from myself in the shower.