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So, last night I'm going out to feed the horses, happy that I don't have to haul 100 lbs of grain down there, as I usually do on Sundays. I chase the young raccoon away from the food we put out for the stray cats. I walk to the barn, agreeing that the fence isn't good enough to leave the horses in the ring overnight. At the grain room, I check warily for wasps, and for the possible possum or skunk. Then I haul buckets of grain to the barn, wishing I could afford to get the stalls cleaned. In the barn, I'm careful to watch my feet in case of snakes.

And all the time, in the back of my mind, I'm hearing that John Denver song, Thank God I'm a Country Boy. Particularly the line that goes, "My days are all filled with an easy country charm." Well, don't be fooled by cheerful John Denver, folks. Country life is not for the faint of heart.