Susan Thacker

Horny Little Owl

Back in the 70’s when I was just a little girl, my sister and I would go stay the weekend with our paternal grandparents, my mother and father got a divorce when I was five. My grandparents had a small beautiful farm with an apple orchard to the left of the house. Right behind the house but built away from the house was a two car carport. In between the house and carport was a big big oak tree, with one big branch just high enough for a rope swing. The rope swing was very old, I think my grandpa had built the swing when my father and his sibling were very young. It also had to the right of the house, an old rustic red barn that I loved to play in. The old barn was a typical old barn, when you walked in the smell of fresh hay filled your nose. It has stalls for the horses and a couple for cows. At the back of the old rustic barn was my grandpa’s old John Deere tractor. It also had a loft that I would climb up to if I wanted to be alone. The loft had a bunch of hay in it and a couple of long tables full of tools.