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Part Way

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I made it part way through doing a thorough job of re-leveling the gazebo frame when my patience for the project ran out and I resorted to doing a less-than-perfect, but good enough wrap up to call it done. Funny how the perspective changes when the limited hours in a day are slipping away and the cost/benefit assessment provides a justification for aborting a plan.

Only time will tell whether or not it was a worthy choice. In the short-term, we are well satisfied with our progress. The shaded platform is ready for use.

With that done, we did turn our attention to using the loader bucket to remove a significant portion of the oldest composting manure. These were piles that had gone cold due to no longer actively composting. Interestingly, of the three piles we tended to, two of them retained a lot of moisture and one was surprisingly dry.

The dry one proved to be suitable for rodent housing and it appeared we disturbed a momma mouse in the process of giving birth. While Cyndie was at the pile discovering that, I had driven off with a full bucket and spotted a large mouse scrambling to and fro on the mechanisms of the loader arms.

It was a little like trying to drive a car with a bee flying around you. It was pure luck that I didn’t bash into the side of the barn while backing up as I focused on trying to get the dang critter to jump off the bucket and not run up toward my position.

He skittered over to an opening at the end of one of the loader arms, so I lifted the bucket high to slide the mouse out, but I don’t know if it is actually open all the way through. I never saw where he came out, or maybe he’s still in there.

It’s the kind of mini-drama that we are growing accustomed to, and as a result, we tend to just shrug these encounters off and carry on with the task at hand.

All manner of creatures can be found taking advantage of the spaces we create. They probably see our occasional intrusions on their luxurious accommodations in a similar way we look at hazardous weather. It happens. You clean up after it and get on with life.

Mowing the fields dislodges a lot of crawling and slithering things. Last time out, the prevalent sighting was a leaping creature. Several large, long-legged frogs were disturbed by the big wheels and high RPM roar of the tractor. I’m pleased to be able to say I didn’t witness any unfortunate encounters with the whirring blades of the brush cutter.

There are still plenty of other compost piles for the rodents to take up residence. Better there than in our house. Inside, they have to deal with a storm called Pequenita. When that happens, we have to deal with watching where we place our feet in the morning.

It’s such a glamorous life we lead.

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Written by johnwhays

August 5, 2017 at 9:39 am

4 Responses

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  1. Knowing when to take a short cut is essential in life. Many’s the time I have slaved over something to the bitter end because I didn’t know how to call it a day. If it’s fit for purpose it’s good enough! There is no inspection. Enjoy your gazebo.

    elizabethmaitreyi

    August 6, 2017 at 5:22 am

    • Thank you! My challenge is figuring out whether it’s fit for a long-term purpose, which can’t really be assessed until months pass. Will my partial effort get us there? Time will tell.
      I appreciate your highlighting the wise perspective of the essentiality of knowing when to take a short cut. Good words for me to read and heed!

      johnwhays

      August 6, 2017 at 8:01 am

  2. I have already noticed different critters at different times of year when mowing the fields. Early in the spring that was a large number of turtles.

    Jim Parker (@drjparker)

    August 5, 2017 at 11:03 am

    • Ooh, are they fast enough to get out of the way? Or do you have to employ avoidance maneuvers?

      johnwhays

      August 5, 2017 at 12:54 pm


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