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Killer Instinct
Here is a picture of the fully functioning wheelbarrow with both tires holding air. It is an essential component of our manure management process. Next to it is my primary assistant/troublemaker. Delilah politely listens to me yammer away, occasionally looking right at me as if she is actually listening to the nonstop nonsense that is beginning to flow out of my mouth in the absence of anyone else to talk with around here during the week.
I haven’t quite mastered the non-verbal communication with her, yet. Unfortunately, the longer I work silently, the more likely she is to wander away from me when I allow her off-leash. That leads to her getting into a tangle of burrs, or wandering off property, or more likely, both.
Speaking of no one to talk to, I’d love it if a contractor or two would show up in response to the multitude of solicitations I have put out in the last few weeks. I was lucky enough to actually speak on the phone with one excavator to whom I had made a follow-up call to yesterday. I was so excited when he said he would stop out to look at what I needed done that I neglected to ask him when that might be.
I kept one eye out for him all day yesterday, while doing some heavy trimming on the far side of our property from the driveway. I guess he didn’t mean he would stop out that very day.
I had put Delilah in her kennel while I was working the trimmer and wearing ear muffs. After I finished, I drove the Grizzly ATV up to let her out and she looked at me quizzically, wondering what this meant for her. I hollered at her to come with me as I rolled away down the hill, and the game was on. She loves a good chase, and of course has an insatiable need to be out front.
Her killing instinct is still as strong as ever. I told Cyndie that I don’t think we will be able to have chickens with Delilah running loose. The other morning, I let her out first thing to accompany me in feeding the horses. She raced on ahead and dashed around the pine trees. I noticed a bunch of birds take to the air. When I caught up to her, it was obvious she had a prize. Delilah was in possession of an unfortunate winged creature that failed to evade capture.
Of benefit to me is the fact that she won’t wander away when she has a fresh kill. I didn’t need to worry while I fed the horses and cleaned the paddocks that morning. When I had finished and was ready to head back to the house, I found her in the same spot where I had left her, still treasuring her new obsession.
I sure wish she would show that kind of prowess with the moles and pocket gophers around here.
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Goodbye
(This is not a reflection of any loss from our brood, but was inspired by the passing of a neighbor…)
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Words on Images
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Unnecessarily Helpful
Our dog, Delilah, learned too well to use the kiddie pool to wash up before coming in the house. Now she automatically steps in it whether she needs to or not. When it was muddy, this really was an “every time” necessity. Since it has gotten dryer, there are times when a dip in the pool could be skipped.
It’s a sad thing to get frustrated about, but she creates extra work by getting wet, instead of just walking right inside with me. I’ve gotta drop what I’m carrying, go inside while keeping her out, find a towel, and come back out to get licked all over while I try to dry her off.
It’s frustrating, but how can I be mad at her when she is being so darn cute? Plus, there are days when she’s choosing to use it to cool off, not to get clean. I don’t want to deny her that comfort.
She may not need to be washed, but she looks so proud of herself when she does it, I can’t help but thank her for being so darn helpful.
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Morning Light
After the horses finished their morning feed, they moved out into the hay-field. We are giving them access to the big field for a few days, post baling. That gives the grazing pasture a chance to recover a bit. I liked how they looked in the early morning sunlight, and in the absence of having my camera with me, I pulled out my cell phone to capture the image.
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What Ever
It’s time again for everyone’s favorite Relative Something image guessing game called, “What”! You haven’t forgotten about it, have you? Well, it is back again and it’s simple to play. All you need to do is guess what is depicted in the image below. Do you trust your first impression, or ponder the possibilities? Can you hold off long enough to wait for the answer to come to you, or will you look for the solution right away? You are in charge, but it is strongly recommended you come up with some kind of guess before you click on the image to find out what this could possibly be. Guess your best, and enjoy!
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New Camera
My camera of choice for most of the years I have been taking digital photographs has been a simple pocket camera. If I am remembering correctly, the first one was a gift from Cyndie’s parents, and it happened to be a Canon. Since I tend to stick with what works for me, each time I upgraded, I ended up with another Canon —the last one being the PowerShot S100. It has captured some great images for me in the last couple of years, but I have put it through some real abuse. Twice, I have needed to send it back to Canon to be cleaned so the lens would retract and the flash would spring up.
I almost always carry my camera in my pocket when I am working outside, and as a result, it gets heavy exposure to the silty dirt, sand, and dust that is constantly finding its way into my pockets. I only have so many pockets, and I have been known to accidentally stuff dirty or muddy trash I find into my left front pocket, even though I also sometimes put the camera there, too.
Alternatively, I will carry the camera in my back pocket, in hopes of protecting it better. Then I end up sitting on it, grinding in any dust or dirt that has accumulated. Now my S100 needs to go in for a third visit to be cleaned by the factory.
It took a while, but I finally came to the realization that I should look into a waterproof pocket camera if I want one that will operate in the rugged conditions in which I regularly find myself working. That thought conveniently arrived around the time of my birthday, and Cyndie scooped up the idea as her gift to me.
What she unknowingly bought me yesterday from National Camera Exchange happened to be a Nikon COOLPIX AW120. It doesn’t have as big a sensor as my Canon S100, but the rest of the features provide the robustness that I am seeking, so it will be worth it to me to accept any perceptible drop in image quality. I’m hoping you’ll find it difficult to tell the difference.
After I got the battery fully charged last night, I set out to get some test shots just as daylight was fading. Do you think it is going to be sufficient for my purposes? I’m feeling satisfied with it.
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