Monday, April 21, 2014
Okay...so I'm down to zero page views today. I was wondering how long it would take for people to stop checking in to see if the lazy, retired guy had posted anything on his blog. Man! You are so right! I am really starting to get this lazy thing down.
But, let's back up just a bit. Last week I dedicated four whole days to manual labor at the farm. And I'm talking some tough labor. With Geri as my number one assistant. We pulled up ten shrubs that had been rooting for 10 years and replaced them with rock. Little rocks, medium rocks, big rocks. Rocks from 50 pound bags (called river rocks and egg rocks) along with rocks from our fields. In fact, a total of 24 bags of rocks and probably 75 miscellaneous rocks from around the farm. Looks pretty darn good if we must say so ourselves. And I discovered several muscles I didn't know existed.
So, Doug...if you do a little manual labor, then the rule is...the law states...you can't write a sentence or two in a blog. Gray's Law of Nothing Matters. Well. Maybe. I guess I could have typed for a minute or two.. I just chose not to.
As an aside, a possum update. There is no possum update. Haven't seen hide nor hair of the critter in a couple of weeks. Haven't seen any signs of him cleaning up the cats' leftovers. Saw a dead one in the road near the farm but it was too small to be "him." Speaking of dead possums in the road, when it comes to roadkill, there's a solid 50/50 chance it's going to be a possum. We've all seen other animals...tons of them...but if we're going to be honest with ourselves, possums dominate. If roadkill was a casino game, the house would have the possum. And knowing how the casinos like to stack the odds, they would probably make the armadillo a house bet also. Sort of like the zero and the double zero on the roulette wheel.
Speaking of critters, we've saved a couple since we last talked. Another bird, a robin this time, thought it would be fun to commit suicide by slamming full speed into our picture window (yes, it is a picture window and yes, they probably don't make them anymore, and, yes, if they did, they certainly could find something more exciting to call it than a picture window). Geri provided healing touch for several minutes and I provided a bird house with a nice open front porch for it to recover in till the point it was ready to fly away. Much to our cats' chagrin. The other was a baby bunny. I flushed it from a nest doing some manual labor - there's that term again - around the house "in town" and of all the places it could run, it headed straight toward the swimming pool. Right under the fence and straight into the pool. Wham, bam, thank you Sam. Of course, it didn't know there was a pool there. I mean, who would stick a pool in the middle of a perfectly good yard. I was preparing to shuck shoes and pants and hit the 50 degree water but, luckily, it swam around the edges (trying to find a place to pull out) and I was able to reach in and scoop the little son of a gun out. A few minutes in the sun drying off and some human encouragement and it was as good as new. I relocated it to our back pasture and wished it a happy Easter.
Well...enough of this! While I don't have a lot to say right now, I've got a couple of blogs starting to bubble. One happy...one sad. Both necessary.
As for all you readers who are heading into the sunset: Shane! Shane! Come back, Shane!