The Show Must Go On

Joel and Nina in the backyard where they aren’t supposed to be. They crawl through the chicken passage.

Last night, at around 3 am, I was awakened by a huge clatter, bang, and barking Terry. I stumbled from my bed, grabbed the light, and went to the front porch that overlooks the animal area to check out what all the commotion was about. 

I found a distraught Terry and every container in the compound knocked over. The food barrel, the goat’s water bucket, Terry’s water bucket, the chicken’s food dish, and a few cans. The spotlight must have been the signal for Jolina’s kids to run through their circus performance again.

Nina and Joel tap-danced on the barrel and rolled it across the patio. They leaped over water and food dishes. They jumped up on the bricks that are there waiting for the next quarantine project and then jumped down again. They kicked a few cans. Then they did it all again. 

Terry started barking, which brought out the mama instinct in Jolina. She charged Terry, more to set her collar a-jingling I think rather than to actually headbutt him. 

Lady had to get in on the action. She started biting the corral bar, lifting it up enough to crash back down and make some noise. I guess she was providing the musical accompaniment. 

This went on for about 15 minutes, even after I removed the spotlight. Finally, the show must have been over and things got quiet again thank goodness. I hope there isn’t a repeat performance tonight.

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