It was a dandy day after the miserable evening I had had last night. Got up feeling good which was better than the nauseating gastric reflex I went through until midnight’s passing. A Doctor given me powder fixed me up in good steed. I got up his morning raring to go.
No new calves either end the road.
Go I did. I took up two wire fences by hand and pulled all their fence posts before lunch. After dinner the new beam delivered for the one chewed away between the feed wagon’s gravity box and running gear. I replaced it. That took care of the rest of my day.
Doesn’t read particularly thrilling do it. The morning’s highlight was my stopping under a fully bloomed out Choke Cherry tree to absorb the sweet scent of the full white blossoms. WOW!
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Afraid this is it, to pooped to even create a one liner let alone a couple sentences for a weak story or tale. Yup, this is it! Shorthorn country has got to go to bed. BGKC.
Fernan
Monday, May 3, 2010
“Twas a great day
It was a dandy day after the miserable evening I had had last night. Got up feeling good which was better than the nauseating gastric reflex I went through until midnight’s passing. A Doctor given me powder fixed me up in good steed. I got up his morning raring to go.
No new calves either end the road
Go I did. I took up two wire fences by hand and pulled all their fence posts before lunch. After dinner the new beam for the chewed away one between the feed wagon’s gravity box and running gear I replaced. And that took care of most my day.
Doesn’t read thrilling do it. The morning’s highlight was my stopping under a fully bloomed out Choke Cherry tree to absorb the sweet scent of the full white blossoms. WOW!
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Afraid this is it, to pooped to even create a one liner let alone a couple sentences for a weak story or tale. Yup, this is it! Shorthorn country has got to go to bed. BGKC.
Fernan
No new calves either end the road
Go I did. I took up two wire fences by hand and pulled all their fence posts before lunch. After dinner the new beam for the chewed away one between the feed wagon’s gravity box and running gear I replaced. And that took care of most my day.
Doesn’t read thrilling do it. The morning’s highlight was my stopping under a fully bloomed out Choke Cherry tree to absorb the sweet scent of the full white blossoms. WOW!
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Afraid this is it, to pooped to even create a one liner let alone a couple sentences for a weak story or tale. Yup, this is it! Shorthorn country has got to go to bed. BGKC.
Fernan
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Sunday Fun
Sunday Fun
Spent my afternoon playing with my azzkicker. Had it working a couple times after a fashion. After checking all the components over and over again between several tries to get it right.
I’m thinking I’ve wired in the relay components on the wrong side of a double pole double throw switch for the motor’s operation. Looks like it’s going to be an evening of making new wiring schematics. Rain will postpone any more immediate azzkicker playtime.
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If the rains stop and its nice tomorrow. It’s to fields I go to work ground and plant.
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Understanding there’s a fortune to be made in pork bellies I’ve taken steps to broaden our agricultural base. Starting out small with two pork bellies this year, who knows how many I’ll be up to next year, four pork bellies perhaps doubling production.
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A bit of catch up. Seeing as how one of our cows had lost her calf shortly after birth Ray picked up this Brown Swiss dairy bull that same day from a neighboring dairy farmer. The cow and calf bonding without difficulty, both critters are happy, given the cow something to do taking care of this calf. This mixed breed fits well into the scheme of things around here, a little bit better color wise, without any black and white explanations.
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On the lawn front or back or either side or across the driveway, I’m not happy with the Damned Crapsman lawn tractor. It hasn't run for a year and a half. I'm really not looking forward to winching it on to the low mobile trailer for shop carburetor repair.
Why the shop? Concrete floor! If I drop something it’s easier to find on a cement floor than in a barn’s dirt floor.
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Home almost earlier than usual I’d managed to bring home more cut up tire remnants for this week’s trash pickup. I got some almost over do paper work done and enough letters to go that’d break a mail carrier’s back. Then I attacked the laundry basket. Laundry in the washing machine I tried to take care of one more pile of paperwork. It wasn’t to be, my mind slipping something pitifully. I gave it all up. My last thought, “Sleep looks awfully good.” BGKC.
Fernan
Spent my afternoon playing with my azzkicker. Had it working a couple times after a fashion. After checking all the components over and over again between several tries to get it right.
I’m thinking I’ve wired in the relay components on the wrong side of a double pole double throw switch for the motor’s operation. Looks like it’s going to be an evening of making new wiring schematics. Rain will postpone any more immediate azzkicker playtime.
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If the rains stop and its nice tomorrow. It’s to fields I go to work ground and plant.
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Understanding there’s a fortune to be made in pork bellies I’ve taken steps to broaden our agricultural base. Starting out small with two pork bellies this year, who knows how many I’ll be up to next year, four pork bellies perhaps doubling production.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A bit of catch up. Seeing as how one of our cows had lost her calf shortly after birth Ray picked up this Brown Swiss dairy bull that same day from a neighboring dairy farmer. The cow and calf bonding without difficulty, both critters are happy, given the cow something to do taking care of this calf. This mixed breed fits well into the scheme of things around here, a little bit better color wise, without any black and white explanations.
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On the lawn front or back or either side or across the driveway, I’m not happy with the Damned Crapsman lawn tractor. It hasn't run for a year and a half. I'm really not looking forward to winching it on to the low mobile trailer for shop carburetor repair.
Why the shop? Concrete floor! If I drop something it’s easier to find on a cement floor than in a barn’s dirt floor.
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Home almost earlier than usual I’d managed to bring home more cut up tire remnants for this week’s trash pickup. I got some almost over do paper work done and enough letters to go that’d break a mail carrier’s back. Then I attacked the laundry basket. Laundry in the washing machine I tried to take care of one more pile of paperwork. It wasn’t to be, my mind slipping something pitifully. I gave it all up. My last thought, “Sleep looks awfully good.” BGKC.
Fernan
Saturday, May 1, 2010
May Day wild flowers.... part two
Taking my Frieda for a back yard ride these flowers are what we saw:
This tree was out near the Duck Pond. I’ve no idea what it is.
Another blossoming tree near the western pet cemetery. I’ve no idea what this tree is either?
These were the first flowers I wanted to show Frieda. The rest were come upon by happen chance.
We found these carpeting the ground in a couple shaded places.
I’m thinking these small blossoms either Violets or Myrtle.
I’m thinking these small blossoms either Myrtle or Violets.
These blossoms as like many others were facing the evening sun.
These cute little ones could be mustard maybe?
Truth be known I plainly don’t know what they’re all called if at least even any one of them. One thing sure we enjoy seeing their bright faces in the sunshine every year.
This tree was out near the Duck Pond. I’ve no idea what it is.
Another blossoming tree near the western pet cemetery. I’ve no idea what this tree is either?
These were the first flowers I wanted to show Frieda. The rest were come upon by happen chance.
We found these carpeting the ground in a couple shaded places.
I’m thinking these small blossoms either Violets or Myrtle.
I’m thinking these small blossoms either Myrtle or Violets.
These blossoms as like many others were facing the evening sun.
These cute little ones could be mustard maybe?
Truth be known I plainly don’t know what they’re all called if at least even any one of them. One thing sure we enjoy seeing their bright faces in the sunshine every year.
Farm’s May Day ... part one
I did but three things today. What chores I had to taking care of my ladies. Then squirreling away in the shop while the humidity teased our community with the possibilities of more rain. I took on to make the azzkicker work for once and for all. It had been between three and four hours I spent on wiring that contraption. When all was done what could be done I hooked my battery power to it, set back making myself comfortably like, and pressed the remote transmitter button to watch my accomplishment work.
I pressed de button and absolutely surprised for my efforts in its working’s refusing to move. I pushed the button again and again. I had my choice of three of them. Not one of them buttons caused the decrepit machine to go into any sort of action. Rather than jump up and down, stomp my feet on the floor, cry and making odd ball noises, as in a temper tantrum, I opted in stead to remove the battery power source and put the damnable contrivance away for another day.
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Not to waste my remaining afternoon hours I immediately opted to finish coat paint the repaired gravity box repairs.
While it looks pretty good from this side, the only side I painted, wasn‘t about to put on airs in front of my neighbors. Additionally, I didn’t feel like cleaning and painting the whole thing anyway. There!
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Coming home I’m wondering how long it’ll take the yellow over spray landing in my beard to dry. If I should leave my beard as it is, I may just look like a dandelion come morning.
Fernan
I pressed de button and absolutely surprised for my efforts in its working’s refusing to move. I pushed the button again and again. I had my choice of three of them. Not one of them buttons caused the decrepit machine to go into any sort of action. Rather than jump up and down, stomp my feet on the floor, cry and making odd ball noises, as in a temper tantrum, I opted in stead to remove the battery power source and put the damnable contrivance away for another day.
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Not to waste my remaining afternoon hours I immediately opted to finish coat paint the repaired gravity box repairs.
While it looks pretty good from this side, the only side I painted, wasn‘t about to put on airs in front of my neighbors. Additionally, I didn’t feel like cleaning and painting the whole thing anyway. There!
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Coming home I’m wondering how long it’ll take the yellow over spray landing in my beard to dry. If I should leave my beard as it is, I may just look like a dandelion come morning.
Fernan
Friday, April 30, 2010
For Opinions Sake
Having run out of beer coolers, I took it upon myself to experiment a bit. In a tall glass I filled half full with a Light Bud, filling the other half with Faygo’s caffeine free peach soda. I stirred it and offered it to My Frieda for taste test and approval. She tried it and liked it. I in turn took it back and with me to my favorite sitting place, sat and enjoyed it.
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It was a busy day. First thing out we were to move the disk off the 1850 Tall Oliver onto the 2150 Oliver. Before we scarcely got started when starting the Tall Ollie I couldn’t put it into gear. I feared the clutch had gotten stuck????? What????? Starting and stopping the machine several times one of them the tractor in gear. The starter growled the tractor tried to roll on the starter, I was about to give it up as a futile effort. What the???? I rested my forearms on the steering wheel in a more or less defeated mood. Relaxed thinking what to do next. It come up why has this tractors clutch been in working order before this, what’s with it today? Not sure what to do I tried it one more time. Scherzooks, The clutch was free. I know not how, nor why it had stuck over night in the first place. Hmmm…. Thinking back a ways, to last fall, if I remember right it ’s clutch had stuck then but come off freely moments later just as if nothing had happened. This could become very interesting.
The disk traded off onto the 2150 Tom took off for the first disking the field I had had so much fun plowing the other day were Tom was left to do his thing. Moving on Barry and I returned my place, loaded the trimming basket on Ugly as well as chainsaw and it’s assorted paraphernalia. On the other end we got onto wash-cleaning, scrapping, wire wheeling, sanding, wire brushing, and final degreasing, before my dragging out all the junk’n’stuff to prime the gravity boxes many patched repairs. Everything readied I mixed up about 15 ounces paint poured it into a (all the way around) brand new gravity spray gun. For the need of only a small amount of paint that spray gun did a heck of a job. I has me sold on it for small job touch ups. We were done with gravity box for today.
Tree trimming well equipped we took on a tree just the other side the upper barn. A box elder it manages to grow a new rick of firewood every year. It took some doing our getting it trimmed back so’s it was no longer hampering moving hay bales into those yards the other side that upper barn.
I don’t know where the day went? A day may surely go fast when we’re having fun. Scarcly started it were time to do chores plus handle some other odds’n’ends. Everything taken care of for another day I was more than happy to come home. It had been a beautiful Shorthorn country day.
One more thing, trying o find time to go shopping has proved to be impossible. BGKC.
Fernan
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It was a busy day. First thing out we were to move the disk off the 1850 Tall Oliver onto the 2150 Oliver. Before we scarcely got started when starting the Tall Ollie I couldn’t put it into gear. I feared the clutch had gotten stuck????? What????? Starting and stopping the machine several times one of them the tractor in gear. The starter growled the tractor tried to roll on the starter, I was about to give it up as a futile effort. What the???? I rested my forearms on the steering wheel in a more or less defeated mood. Relaxed thinking what to do next. It come up why has this tractors clutch been in working order before this, what’s with it today? Not sure what to do I tried it one more time. Scherzooks, The clutch was free. I know not how, nor why it had stuck over night in the first place. Hmmm…. Thinking back a ways, to last fall, if I remember right it ’s clutch had stuck then but come off freely moments later just as if nothing had happened. This could become very interesting.
The disk traded off onto the 2150 Tom took off for the first disking the field I had had so much fun plowing the other day were Tom was left to do his thing. Moving on Barry and I returned my place, loaded the trimming basket on Ugly as well as chainsaw and it’s assorted paraphernalia. On the other end we got onto wash-cleaning, scrapping, wire wheeling, sanding, wire brushing, and final degreasing, before my dragging out all the junk’n’stuff to prime the gravity boxes many patched repairs. Everything readied I mixed up about 15 ounces paint poured it into a (all the way around) brand new gravity spray gun. For the need of only a small amount of paint that spray gun did a heck of a job. I has me sold on it for small job touch ups. We were done with gravity box for today.
Tree trimming well equipped we took on a tree just the other side the upper barn. A box elder it manages to grow a new rick of firewood every year. It took some doing our getting it trimmed back so’s it was no longer hampering moving hay bales into those yards the other side that upper barn.
I don’t know where the day went? A day may surely go fast when we’re having fun. Scarcly started it were time to do chores plus handle some other odds’n’ends. Everything taken care of for another day I was more than happy to come home. It had been a beautiful Shorthorn country day.
One more thing, trying o find time to go shopping has proved to be impossible. BGKC.
Fernan
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Today’s entry lost.
Crap, I had this all written out and lost it. Once written I didn’t hold any wanton memory what wasn’t all that important. So it’s gone….unless I should remember ir at another time.
What wasn’t forgotten is the following as I had forgotten to write it out earlier.
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A message had come to us earlier in the day, this Sunday there’s a free breakfast for all the parish mothers attending church this Sunday. The gentlemen are expected to make an unspecified donation. In light of the last part of this news I’ve decided to save a couple bucks for my own breakfast finding one of my gowns, wash and iron it if I want the lace nice and crispy looking plus find all the proper accessories to go with it. In dire need, I’m afraid I’ll never find a more stylish sized fifteen feminine shoe. Being six feet four inches tall and not to steady on heals. Flats suit me my fashion sense well enough as I feel don’t need to appear any taller than I already am.
Gosh, only two day’s to put this ensemble together. I think I’ve got an idea for the shoes. As I could use a pair of loafers, they’s got to be a pair to purchase somewhere. I could glue a quarter on each shoe and call them my two bit loafers should I happen to become engaged in foot wear conversation.
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Oh, I remember some what we did today. While Tom gave ray a hand, Barry was my right hand mane. Barry learned some important lessons in tire repairs. We covered my whole back yard picking up bits and pieces of brush lost when I was colleting it with the JCB’s grappler. We started a brush pile fire, having clouds move over us dumping a good dose of rain on us putting out the fire and soaking us to the skin before we got back up to the farmyard for cover.
And, we moved the tall Ollie with disk in tow out of yonder farmyard leaving it standing ready to work up the tenet farm’s earth just prior to planting. First time driven, it was a middle of the road tractor. Most likely the easiest steering fastest Ollie of the whole lot. I’m wondering if it had been used as a puller as much as it smokes on acceleration. No new calves today. The ones we’ve got should prove a trick for Keith to catch if the tattoo and tagging crew are going to do these guy’s before their meat-market ready? BGKC.
Fernan
What wasn’t forgotten is the following as I had forgotten to write it out earlier.
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A message had come to us earlier in the day, this Sunday there’s a free breakfast for all the parish mothers attending church this Sunday. The gentlemen are expected to make an unspecified donation. In light of the last part of this news I’ve decided to save a couple bucks for my own breakfast finding one of my gowns, wash and iron it if I want the lace nice and crispy looking plus find all the proper accessories to go with it. In dire need, I’m afraid I’ll never find a more stylish sized fifteen feminine shoe. Being six feet four inches tall and not to steady on heals. Flats suit me my fashion sense well enough as I feel don’t need to appear any taller than I already am.
Gosh, only two day’s to put this ensemble together. I think I’ve got an idea for the shoes. As I could use a pair of loafers, they’s got to be a pair to purchase somewhere. I could glue a quarter on each shoe and call them my two bit loafers should I happen to become engaged in foot wear conversation.
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Oh, I remember some what we did today. While Tom gave ray a hand, Barry was my right hand mane. Barry learned some important lessons in tire repairs. We covered my whole back yard picking up bits and pieces of brush lost when I was colleting it with the JCB’s grappler. We started a brush pile fire, having clouds move over us dumping a good dose of rain on us putting out the fire and soaking us to the skin before we got back up to the farmyard for cover.
And, we moved the tall Ollie with disk in tow out of yonder farmyard leaving it standing ready to work up the tenet farm’s earth just prior to planting. First time driven, it was a middle of the road tractor. Most likely the easiest steering fastest Ollie of the whole lot. I’m wondering if it had been used as a puller as much as it smokes on acceleration. No new calves today. The ones we’ve got should prove a trick for Keith to catch if the tattoo and tagging crew are going to do these guy’s before their meat-market ready? BGKC.
Fernan
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