Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
* I've been thinking...
* I've got an idea...
I have wonderful ideas about lots of things! There are projects to do outside on the farm and inside the house. Sometimes I find them online or in books or magazines. The best ones are the ones I think up on my own, or modifications of projects I've seen somewhere.
After the groaning and whining have ceased, I've been told my newest idea is a lot of work. Sometimes they'll try to tell me it can't be done.
I find it difficult to believe that as Empress of the HomePlace, my subjects could be so unruly. What good is it being the Empress if all I get is a lot of argument? It's not like I can do this stuff on crutches. I am, however, a fine cheering section and purveyor of food and drink to the workers. I do put forth effort -- it takes energy to think these projects up.
All I wanted was a porch on the front of my office (the Hut)/ guest house. "Oh, I forgot," I said, " It needs to go around the east side of the building, too. And it needs a ramp. By the way, I've been thinking it needs a privacy screen on the south side of the porch so I can sit out and see the woods and not the house. While we're at it, some kind of climbing vine planted to climb up the screen would be good. I've got an idea! Let's have a roof on the porch for shade. I realize," I said," the Hut needs to be leveled, wiring run, AC installed, walls and roof insulated, walls paneled, and floor carpeted first.... "
The rest of my ideas were drowned out by manly shrieks.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Sunday, August 9, 2009
I adore the Prius commercial. I wouldn't buy the car, but the colors and movements are mesmerizing. At first, I'm embarassed to say, I thought the people portraying the sun, flowers, trees, grass, etc. were real. Computer animation, Helene -- technology! I still love watching the colors bloom in a wave as the car drives by.
The SyFy channel plays a commercial using an actual scuba diving cat. What twisted individual thought this up? I know cats, I can't imagine one voluntarily submitting to a water activity. Poor soggy kitty, I hope he gets cream with his crunchers! Worse yet, Art points out the adventurous cat, and disses our (flock? herd? group?) of felines. Inspired, Art gets out the remote control helicopter, and adds "adventure" to their lives. I hate that commercial.
Then we have commercials for Viagra, Cialis, and other drugs of that ilk. Catchy tune there, Viagra. I can imagine a group of six year olds singing that one! Cialis seems to work only in conjunction with non-functioning bathtubs placed in the wilderness or at the beach. Two seperate tubs yet! How does THAT work? Is there water in those tubs, or are they sitting in them dry?And where are the towels or robes? How far did they have to walk naked to get to the tubs? How far away are the neighbors, and do they have a telescope? How do I explain all this to the grandbabies, should they ask?
Gotta go, I think I hear the Uncle Ben's commercial gearing up. Oooohhhh, pretty colors! Good rice, too!
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Varmint enemy # 1 is the raccoon, the devil in fur. It eats poultry through the cage wire when hens are in sleep stupor at night. Sometimes they just eat the head, or nibble off the toes sticking through the bottom of the wire. They'll dig under fences, and systematically test for holes or weaknesses, too. Whenever they can get them, 'coons delight in eating eggs. We've caught three since Saturday using peanut butter in a live trap. Kept the one from Saturday, now waiting in the freezer. My philosophy: dine on my chickens, I'll dine on you!
Oppossums rate second place, because of frequency of visits. Last month I saw one amble past the live trap, and approach the animal area while I was standing there. When I shouted and threw a soda can, the thing looked at me, turned slowly and ambled back into the woods. Possums have made themselves fat on our chickens. Waiting and shooting seems to be the only cure; they don't seem to fall for the live trap.
Skunks come right after oppossums, due to shock value. One evening Art pulled back a plywood shade to check for eggs and found a furry black and white chicken. He dropped the shade, tossed the egg basket, and leaped backward into the water bucket. The skunk, nonplussed, continued to crack and slurp the eggs. Too busy to spray, fortunately for Art!
Last of the frequent visitors are snakes, who delight equally in swallowing eggs or small birds. We had kept two quail in a cage in a shed. Poor Mr. Quail had a hard night, when I found him the next morning he was cowering in a corner while a rat snake struggled to escape. A bulge prevented the snake's retreat back through the wire. It was Mrs. Quail. Another snake climbed the power pole to the transformer, shorting out our electricity for several hours. The power company pulled the french fried snake free and gave it to us as a souvenier.
Of course there are coyotes, bobcats, and even a cougar in this area, but the 'coons, possums, skunks, and snakes are the worst. If they'd stay in the woods, we'd leave them alone. But no, they just keep lining up at Burnett's Buffet.