p.s. raccoon safely relocated - alive.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
I trapped the second of the chicken killers.
This one was much bigger than the first.
I am pretty sure she is a female.
Again the hair and hide worn off of the forelegs
from the night they ripped two of the bantams
right through the chicken wire.
Her feet and arms were so big that her sores
were much worse than the first one I caught.
This one scared me,
so I didn't think her very cute.
Dora, the hen,
helped me lure this killer into the trap.
Good job Dora
you get to free-roam for the day.
Here's to you
you monster of the night.
p.s. raccoon safely relocated - alive.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
The girls had a two-day cheerleading camp last weekend.
Here are a few photos and a video.
I posted ithe video so their grandma and grandpa
could see it, since they aren't able to be here.
This is half of the team.
p.s. The raccoon I captured and relocated was not working alone. Lord help us!
Sunday, June 24, 2012
This is what happens when you kill my chickens.
Don't let that innocent face fool you.
This guy is a vicious monster.
He killed all of my bantams
and 4 of my meat birds.
See the bare spot on his arm?
That is from ripping the last two bantams
right through the chicken wire.
I wanted to use a gun.
I seriously thought about using this trap
along with the live trap,
but didn't want to have to deal with that too.
So I trapped him.
Moved him to another county.
and let him go.
He is gone
but so are my birds.
I knew he would just find the other chickens
after he got done with this pen.
I had to act.
I just wish I felt more triumphant.
Monday, June 18, 2012
Sunday, June 17, 2012
He was a printer by trade. Newspaper man. He smelled of ink and of money.
He made the money and handled the money. Bills. Never plastic.
He used the envelope system before Dave Ramsey graduated grammar school.
He has never had a vice, that I have ever seen, and believe me
I have looked and pondered that over the years.
One year, while on vacation in the Big Horn mountains,
we stopped off at a small cafe for a treat.
He had a BEER! I never saw him drink a beer.
I was so afraid that he was going to be driving drunk when we got back in the car.
Speaking of the Big Horns. Never, ever, did I pray so hard in my life
as when he was driving the car in the narrow little road right next to Meadowlark lake
to get to a good fishing spot.
I prayed and prayed and closed my eyes tight shut.
Please God, please don't let us fall into the lake.
He never spanked me or ever laid a hand on me or ever even threatened to
that I can remember.
I think my mom probably told him to, but I don't think he ever did.
The angriest I ever remember him being with me was when
my pet rabbit ate his garden seedlings.
Being a gardener myself, I can appreciate his reaction.
He always tried to teach me not to let my emotions run my life.
It didn't work.
To this day, I don't know if he is a religious man.
He went to church most Sundays. My mom made sure we all did.
I would wager a bet he found his religion in the mountain streams
where he would fish and in the snow covered peaks where he would hunt.
One year for Father's Day, my mom let us pick out a lavender printed shirt,
purple tie and lavender socks to go with his black Sunday suit.
He wore it often and I loved that he did. I would sneak into his closet
just to look at it.
Juicy Fruit gum.
He always had it in his suit pocket and would give us half a stick during church.
I looked at that when I was in his closet too. I might have snuck a piece.
He appreciated a good steak but his passions always lied with the
German foods like his mother used to cook.
He wouldn't eat pudding if it wasn't hot
and he made some amazing garden salads
with lettuce still warm from being picked.
Rice Krispies. He had a thing for Rice Krispies.
He taught me to ski.
If you knew him, you wouldn't think he would be a skier.
He would take us fishing at a sucker hole, just so we were assured of catching something.
He took me rabbit hunting and deer hunting.
When my little sister and I stole the matchbox cars from under the neighbors fence
and wrapped them up and gave them to our big brother for his birthday.
He talked to us about it.
We cried on his shoulders and then we put them back under the fence.
He was and is a good dad and the best grandpa any kid could ask for.
He would do anything for his family. Anything you asked he would do
and sometimes without saying a word.
He is also a writer and didn't get to do much of it until his retirement years.
I wish I would have hooked him up with blogging.
He survived the great depression, raising teenagers during the hippie era,
babysitting twins and cancer.
There is nothing this man cannot take on without style and grace.
Thank you dad. For always being so steady and strong. My rock.
I love you.
If this move were a work-week
it would be Thursday morning.
I feel like I have ascended the hardest summit
and am on the downhill side.
Do you have any idea how liberating that is?
Three loads have been deposited in this shop,
while only 1 load went into the house.
Most of the boxes will be brought to the house later.
After the movers have brought in the heavy stuff
and after we have decided if we are changing the flooring.
Yes, we are drowning in boxes right now.
A couple of milestones have been reached with this
last UHaul rental.
Two summers ago, I cleaned the shop and ended up with
a pile of bagged garbage that had been sitting there ever since.
1. I hauled 1,000 lbs of garbage to the transfer station.
2. I got the horse panels to the farm. Another milestone
because I have been needing them to use as gates
but needed at least a 17' UHaul to move them.
Again - SO liberating.
The goats are happy we decided to
re-purposed some truck tires.
Sage fondly remembers how she practically
grew up inside a tire.
What I absolutely love about the garden,
is that among all the work and worry that has
taken place over the past weeks,
it has silently continued to grow and thrive.
The peas are sweet and abundant.
Funny little peppers.
Awesome onion flower.
Knee high by the fourth of July?
We got this covered.
Yes, we are back
or maybe just arrived.
it is good to have scaled
the first peak.
We are stronger and more toned.
I felt the first real tinge of the reality of getting to live here.
I am excited and so full of ideas
I just might burst.
Monday, June 11, 2012
Things I have learned this week:
No brand of Duck Tape really sticks well.
It is impossible to dry herbs in the humid summers of Nebraska.
It is just as important to weed as it is to pack for moving.
Sometimes your gut feeling doesn't come until the middle of the night.
A good credit score is just as important in life as a good college education.
I still have my favorite tank top from Teluride Colorado - 1984.
Eating garden peas, while in the garden, is pure bliss.
Every time I tell myself “I can't ”, but then do it anyway, guess what - I can : )
Things I learned again this week:
Stop thinking I am going to get any help.
What I am waiting for:
To hear back on an offer I made on a 1 bedroom house in town.
To get a call from the appraiser of the acreage so he can get the appraisal in by Friday.
(I am chomping at the bit here)
To hear back from the movers.
To get the plumber back out to the farm house to finish the job.
To get the roofer back out to the farm house to fix his mistakes.
The appraisal and inspections to be done on the house in town (by the seller).
A nice rain.
Time to read your blogs. I have MISSED you.
Monday, June 4, 2012
It has been a whirlwind week.
We hauled a UHaul load to the farm on Saturday.
I thought I was going to get a photo of the truck
belching it's contents into the shop
but someone "borrowed" my camera batteries.
I did the water sampling run today.
I am not the only one who was sampling the water
and enjoying the flowers.
Very busy is understating how things are right now,
but as you can see
we are still taking time to just enjoy summer.
I am anxious to catch up with you all.
Bear with me if it takes a day or two.