Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,Or in this year's experience, about five thousand mice. It made the hawks and the coyotes happy.
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murd'ring pattle!
I'm truly sorry man's dominion,
Has broken nature's social union,
An' justifies that ill opinion,
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen icker in a thrave
'S a sma' request;
I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,
An' never miss't!
Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin!
It's silly wa's the win's are strewin!
An' naething, now, to big a new ane,
O' foggage green!
An' bleak December's winds ensuin,
Baith snell an' keen!
Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste,
An' weary winter comin fast,
An' cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell-
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro' thy cell.
That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble,
Has cost thee mony a weary nibble!
Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble,
An' cranreuch cauld!
But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain;
The best-laid schemes o' mice an 'men
Gang aft agley,
An'lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!
Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me
The present only toucheth thee:
But, Och! I backward cast my e'e.
On prospects drear!
An' forward, tho' I canna see,
I guess an' fear!
I would be finished planting ryegrass but planting after dark does not work so well. The soil was sticky and it looked like more ryegrass was stuck to the press wheels than went in the ground and I was trying to lay out two 10 acre fields with GPS in the dark. I don't have a $6,000 GPS. Finally, after the seed monitor quit due to low voltage from all the lights I have running and I got lost as my field size did not match the acres of seed in my drill, I decided to quit. I needed the seed monitor to tell me when I was out of seed and I decided I could go twice as fast in daylight.
My goal was to finish the ryegrass tonight, then plant 40 acres of wheat in the morning, then move 10 miles and get started on a 60 acre field that is in bare row crop ground. It is supposed to rain hard this weekend and 60 acres is $1,500 for an afternoon's work. It will not happen the way I planned it.
The Best Laid Plans of Mice and Men.
I'm going to bed...