Ithaca ‘nibbles’ on Weber a little bit, but no fighting or blood drawn. Yet. He has also figured out where and when I give Weber sweet oats and shows up DEMANDING his fair share for doing NOTHING to deserve them.
I’m pretty sure Ithaca is a Democrat, LOL!
One of my favorite poems, ever!
God Speed The Plow
(The Farmers Arms or Success to the Farmer)
~British, Author Unknown
Let the wealthy and great live in splendor and state.
I envy them not, I declare it,
For I grow my own rams, my own ewes, my own lambs,
And I shear my own fleece and I wear it.
By plowing and sowing and reaping and mowing
All nature provides me with plenty-
With a cellar well stored and a plentiful board,
And my garden affords every dainty.
For here I am king. I can dance, drink and sing.
Let no one approach as a stranger.
I will hunt when it’s quiet. Come on, let us try it!
Dull thinking drives anyone crazy.
I have lawns and bowers. I have fruits and flowers,
And the lark is my morning alarmer.
So you jolly boys now, here’s godspeed the plow.
Long life and success to the farmer!
He gives you all that manure!