Fortunately, the weather has changed for the better this week. We received just 5 inches of rain combined into two short thunderstorms. It was so dry that there was no runoff in my pond, but it certainly cooled the water.
Now we need a few weeks of good weather for the soybean and sorghum crops, and then we need some moisture for the wheat seedlings. I’m not asking for much, am I?
I have been through a season of breakdowns, repairs, buyouts and maintenance. I mentioned a few weeks ago that the water line broke to the fire hydrant that I use to water my flock of chickens and my gardens. My hardware friend, old Nutson Boltz, sent a good plumber / electrician, old Watson Gallons, to fix it. While he was here, I asked him to install a new basement shut-off valve for this water line. The old valve leaked a bit when in the off position.
I also had the guy install a handy switch at the electrical box in the house to make it easier to hook up my generator if we still have bad weather this winter that cuts the electricity.
Another breakdown was the coffee maker in the kitchen. It’s a crisis for Nevah in particular. She’s an early morning coffee specialist. I can take or leave coffee. We bought a new coffee maker before dark.
Another recent kaput wuz the chipper I use to compost from all the political gibberish I get in the mail daily from political crooks. The old cheap one broke down so I bought a heavy duty grinder and it has been working well so far.
On the maintenance side, my pickup truck, riding lawn mower, and utility vehicle all needed oil and filter changes. I’ve done two out of three and have the third scheduled for next week.
Finally, I unfortunately found out that the Chicken Killer Falcon hadn’t budged – or at least, another had taken its place. A few days ago I had just put the flock outside and worked in the garden when the roosters gave their “hawk cry” and each chicken steered pell-mell for cover.
But, a hen wasn’t fast enough and I heard her squeal and found her grabbed by the wing by the chicken hawk and that rascal wouldn’t give up his prize. I almost kicked that hen at her, but I did, and she ran to the henhouse and survived. But, I found out later that day that the hawk had come back and killed another hen. So I had to keep the flock in the small pen for the last couple of days where it’s harder for Mr. Hawk to catch a chicken.
To make matters worse, the Kanasa City Chiefs had a stench of defeat in football last weekend, the Kansas City Royals didn’t make the playoffs anymore and my college alma-mater Bea Wilder UI lost. against my other alma-mater, Bea Wilder U II.
It’s Pumpkin Patch time, which makes this story apt.
“A farmer was driving his tractor pulling a fertilizer trailer behind it.
A little boy playing by the side of the road saw the farmer and shouted, “What’s in your trailer?
“Manure,” shouted the farmer back.
“What are you going to do with it?” The kid shouted back.
“Put it on my pumpkins,” the farmer shouted in response.
“You should come and eat with us. We put whipped cream on our pumpkin pie, ”the kid explained.
Here is a rural story on intellectual and philosophical reflection.
A farmer was walking in a forest thinking about life. He was walking and thinking. He felt very close to nature and even close to God. He felt so close to God that he felt that if he spoke, God would listen to him. So he asked, “God, are you listening?
And God answered, ‘Yes, my son, I am here.’
The farmer stopped and thought again. He looked up to the sky and said, “God, what is a million years to you?”
God answered, “Well, my son, a second to me is like a million years to you.”
So the farmer kept walking and meditating… walking and meditating. Then he looked at the sky again and said, “God, what is a million dollars to you?”
And God answered, “My son, my son … a penny to me is like a million dollars to you.” It means next to nothing to me. It doesn’t even have a value, it’s so little.
The farmer looked down, thought a little about the financial difficulties he was in, then brightened up, then looked up at the sky and asked, “My God, can I have a million dollars?” “
God answered, “in a second”.
Finally, at the request of his wife, a stressed farmer went for a mental assessment. As the farmer slumped down on the couch, the psychiatrist asked him why he had decided to seek mental treatment.
The farmer replied, “My wife says I’m here because I’m not all there.
Words of Wisdom for the Week: “As light travels faster than sound, some people seem bright until you hear them speak. ” Good mood.