‘Funny the skills you accumulate over the course of a lifetime: driving a nail, mending a mitten, riding a horse, baking an apple pie, tap dancing, writing a blog. Many of them you don’t ever think about, but now and then a learned skill might catch your notice as something that sets you apart from the pack.
In my case, being able to insert four fingers in my mouth and rip off a loud, shrill whistle has always seemed to me to be one of those things that elevates me to a place most girls don’t get to. It’s good for calling a crowd to order or summoning a dog, not to mention the fact that people are impressed.
And although you often hear somebody say, “I smell a rat!”, I really can. This doesn’t happen very often, but yesterday, in the barn, there it was: my nose, and the unmistakable aroma that falls somewhere between piss, vinegar and old sneakers. I’d forgotten all about rat-smelling as part of my skill-set, but yup, sure enough, I, my friends, have it.
It’s funny what life in the country can teach a girl. And now I need to impart that knowledge to the cat.