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Sunday, June 24, 2018

A Family Picnic

For the past year or two Ellen has wanted to go fishing.  I dunno why, she just has.  The main reason we haven't is mostly because of scheduling.  Everyone rather wanted it to be a family affair; to get us all together, including the grandmas, and make a picnic out of it.

This opportunity came when I gave up my Sunday School class this past May.

So we made big plans for last Sunday; which coincidentally happened to be Father's Day.

We packed a lunch, picked up Aunt Kathy and Grandma Davis (my mother) and off we went to Bennett Spring.

First thing we did was unpack the Grandmas:

The Rollator Brigade.

Then we ambled over to the store there, I dunno its official name, and got fishing licenses and day passes for Gary and Ellen.  After that the fun began.

I didn't manage to get a shot of Ellen actually casting or fishing.  The fish all remained safe for Gary and Ellen's part; though the lady a hundred or so yards down was catching them left and right.  Ellen actually snagged a fish skin, but that was all.

Now that they have licenses, maybe we will go fishing once again.

In any case we had a great picnic and a good time was had by all.

Especially my mom, who lives entirely in the moment and rarely ever gets too hot. 

Friday, June 1, 2018

A Floater

Yesterday morning I was off in my own little world whilst doing chores.  Slinging grain for the critters isn't the most exciting of jobs and it is easy to get distracted thinking over the day's plans or whatever. 

Day before I remembered that Gary had added another dry cow up to the dry cow pasture, but that thought was on the back burner while I was up there feeding them.

Then I saw a crow land in the grass out by the pond.  I don't like crows; they are loud, obnoxious, and kill baby birds and whatever else they can.  So anyway, I thought I'd go over there and see what that darn crow was after. 

I drove over there, didn't see much, but when I raised my head I saw a dead cow in the pond; floating over toward the east bank; where all the trees and brush are.


I hadn't done a head count, so it was a good thing that crow was over there.  I wouldn't have seen her if I had just left.

I told Gary about the cow.  He had to wear only his shorts and wade out into the pond to hook on to her and drag her the bank to get her hooked onto the backhoe.  He said the water came up to his chest, and his feet sunk into the mud almost to his knees.

Double EW.

But he got her out.  It was the cow he'd put up there yesterday.  She'd been off her feed for a day or two and wasn't right.  Apparently she either went to get a drink or went in to the pond to cool off and had a heart attack or something.

Anyway.  I am thankful that is over with and that crow got me over there.  She was already starting to stink.  Can you imagine what she'd have smelled like by today?

Thursday, May 31, 2018

The Chocolate Dream

The Chocolate Dream

Yesterday morning a bit before I got up I had a random, strange dream.  I was at a university and had to go to the bathroom.  I went into a building, up on maybe the 2nd or 3rd floor, down to the far end on the left where, presumably, there was a restroom.  I followed a couple through some doors and found myself in a chocolate candy store.   The couple spoke to the clerk, who then disappeared into the back, also to the left.  I sat on a stool, presumably to wait for the clerk so I could ask to use the restroom.  I watched the couple wander around, then I got up and wandered around myself.  There were actually very few confections in this store; just chunks of unwrapped chocolate lying around mostly, and some unwrapped chocolate sculptures on random shelves and displays. 

The clerk finally came back and handed the couple a package wrapped in butcher paper.  Like he had had to slice their chocolate to specific cuts; something like in a meat store.

Then the clerk disappeared into the back again; I assumed he thought I was with the couple because we'd come in as a threesome.  And then somehow, in that vague, foggy, dreamish way, I ended up holding the butcher paper-wrapped chocolate and watching the couple disappear out the door.  I took off after them to catch them, chased them across the mall, watched them go down a flight or two of steps and exit the building.  Then I saw them disappear into a large crowd. 

I stood there, holding the butcher paper-wrapped chocolate and wondered what to do.  Finally I decided to go back to the chocolate store, pay what they paid for the chocolate, and take it with me.  I figured they would come back to the store to get their chocolate and the clerk could give them a new cutting of it. 

Then my alarm went off and I had to get up; disappointed.  I'd lost my quarry and didn't get to eat any chocolate.  What a dream. 

I guess I could take it at face value, but somehow it seems like the beginning of a great mystery.  Like: what if there were jewels molded into the chocolate in the butcher paper?  Haha..

Wednesday, May 23, 2018

A Walk in May -2018

A couple of days ago; Monday, I believe, Bella and  I once again forsook civilization and betook ourselves off of the ridge down to the creek.  It had rained a bit over the weekend, so it was up some, rushing along.

It was even foaming in spots.  I'd always thought when writers spoke of "foaming" waters they were being artistic in their speech. 

Not true

When the creek gets with it and rushes and tumbles along, it DOES churn up foam in the tree roots. 

Bella wasn't too sure of the creek's being up and in a hurry.  She isn't as shy of water as she used to be but it took her a couple of tries before she made it to the other side.  She'd go in up to her elbows-like, then turn back.

But she finally braved it and took off.   She was quite proud of herself when she made it to the other side, the water had actually pushed her off course a foot or two. 

We went upstream a couple hundred yards or so.  The water was much deeper there and flowed smoother, reflecting the green of the trees. 

And in the shallows along the edges of the creek there are teeny fish, and tadpoles by the hundreds, if not by the thousands.  This one thought he was disguised:

I walked out into the rapids part.  It was so hot and steamy I was tempted to take a dip, but the current was too strong yet, and I wasn't sure if there wouldn't be higher water on its way.  So I just stood there in my boots and enjoyed the scenery and peace that comes from being down there.

It was a good walk. 

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Fun with a Wildlife Camera

(This post was started back in April.)

A few weeks ago my sister-in-law saw that a rotten log out back of their house had been torn into; like huge chunks ripped out of it.  She was kind of nervous about it; even though we told her it was probably a woodpecker.

So Gary, with his own curiosity in mind also, went off and bought a trail camera or game camera or wildlife camera or whatever you call it.  Here is what he caught ripping into the log:

Yep.  What we suspected.

He set the camera in the creek bottom, somewhere along the actual creek bed, I believe.  He caught this:

Then I took the camera down near the river and got a whole lot of nothing.

I took it back down to the river and put in a different place.  Here are a few of the pics I got.

The day the deer came the camera actually caught more than 20 pics of them.  It got quite a few more of the turkeys as well.  What you can't see in the pics is that there is a small spring trickling down there along where the turkeys are lined up in the last pic.  I think that attracted them. 

We had to recharge the batteries for the camera.  Gary wants me to put it out again, but I dunno where.  We want to figure out how to get it to take pics at night, or videos.  I just haven't had time to truck it down there again.  Plus it's probably grown up quite a bit now, not to mention the ticks are out.

Well, when I get a chance I will take it down there again.