This doesn’t really fit here, nor is it humorous or silly. And it isn’t about a vet. YMMV or Jonn might delete?
Was about to head out today to meet with our frequent commenter Doc Bailey when I got a phone call.
It seems my freind and neighbor H was cutting down a tree yesterday and it fell on him and killed him. He wasn’t a fool and even though it was windy I doubt he was careless. His body was found near dark. That amounts to all the current info I have. Not the proper time to be asking for details, etc.
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When we moved here to the ridge a bit over 20 years ago H was among the first neighbors we met. Since then we have been near perfect neighbors (more on that later). When part of our roof blew off in a wind storm he showed up to help us patch it. When he was losing sheep to feral dog packs I went to help him get rid of them.
For 20 years he has been fertilizing a couple of my fields and baling hay. When he was doing square bales I helped, No money changed hands. H actually was a farmer. Cattle, sheep, pigs, he did it.
He has a family. I’ve met most of them, and he’d lost a brother or two over the years.
I will miss him. Although we were friends of a sort, it’s far more important to me that we were good neighbors!
Another neighbor defined that word with no small clarity: “A good neighbor is someone who will be there at times of need, and will otherwise leave you alone.”
