The day Sarah ate the rat poison (May 16 th blog) was a good day gone bad........ Even though Sarah was just fine after the fact....Tom couldn't come out of the spin it put him in.
He was terrified beyond words...... He loves his girls more than his own life. The words...."she will be fine"...... gave him only a moments peace but not lasting....
He was up and down like a yo-yo... (emotionally). His energy was going to be fixated on something but I wasn't sure what...... I kept a vigilant eye on him not knowing what he would do.
He ended up going off on how he hates the brush piles out by the county road..... He was going to burn them all.........
I handled "him" the way "I know" will calm him the fastest...... and I was able to keep him to two "small" piles and I was able to get the word out to a forester as to what was taking place.....(just in case)...... who knew Tom.... the area and the brush piles.
He finally calmed.... sitting on a five gallon bucket......watching the "camp fire" burn.
"Let's go home Mom!........ I'm tired."
These brush piles are on the very edge of the woods and some are in the woods.....
If it took off there would be no stopping it.......
There was a burning ban before the rain we just got. I don't know if it is lifted and it still requires a burning permit and than you usually can't start burning till seven at night.....
So it was a little stressful to say the least........ But all was well .... in our woods.... as the sun went down that evening.......
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