Now, a phone call while he is out doing chores can mean one of just a few things:
- please turn on the back faucet, I need to fill up a stock tank;
- did you remember to get cat food for the barn cats;
- how many sheep are supposed to be in X pasture; or
- emergency, come quickly, a sheep is sick (or worse).
95% of the time, the reason for him calling is reason 1. Occasionally reason 2 is thrown in because I usually manage to get the cat food but unload it in odd places. However, my mind skips immediately, without fail, to reason 4, and my heart proceeds directly to my throat.
When he called the other morning, I was down in the basement doing laundry and Secondo answered the phone. My LSH could hear me thundering up the steps yelling "what's wrong? what's going on? what happened?" and so, simultaneously, he was saying "tell your mom it's OK! nothing's wrong! nothing happened!" because he knows all too well how my mind works.
What he wanted to tell us was to look outside, so we could see this out the front door:
And this out the back: