Pet Cemetary and Plan B

A few days after I put the ant killer on the hill, I noticed along the dirt road were some of the ants. I bent down to see what they were doing, and they were all carrying dead ants and dropping them in the road. There were little black spots all over the road. SO maybe I got more than one! I watched one carry a little ant body on it's back...for a moment, very faintly I heard the funeral march. I imagined them crying over their lost loved ones...perhaps a brother...or cousin... It reminded me of what it must have been like during the Plague...family members dying...piles and piles of rotting bodies. Great sadness and yet great dread of who may be next. I pictured one leaning over to another..."Sam was skipping through the pine needles one moment, and then after eating that great buffet of white powder that fell from the sky, he was gone." It lasted a second...just one teeny tiny second I felt bad for the little guys...and then it was gone. I jogged back down to the barn, grabbed more of the magical buffet, and sprinkled it all over the road and on the hill again. After all, if it's so painful for them to lose loved ones, they may as well all be together...
A few weeks later I talked to my neighbor Bruce who has the same kind of ant hill in an old log on his property. His plan is to pick up the whole thing with his tractor, and drop it on his burning pile.... I knew I liked him...

What did you eat for dinner?

I just watched an amazing movie. If you've seen it, you know where I am coming from. If you haven't, then you should. The name of the movie is Food, Inc. It was a rude awakening, and a slap in the face to what exactly I put in my mouth everyday. Now on some level, I knew it was bad. And that's why P and I are starting our farm, and next year our gardens. To have more control over what we eat. And to provide the opportunity for others to have more control over what they eat, and what they feed their children.
I am not a vegetarian...never have been, and probably never will be. But I can make the conscious choice every day of where my food comes from. Now, my small scale farm will not be built to keep up with demand of any product. All of my animals are, and will be treated with the utmost respect, and if anything are a tadbit too spoiled. But I can honestly say that if I couldn't get my food from my own farm, I would be seeking out another local farm. The following came from the end of Food, Inc.
“You can vote to change this system….three times a day.
Buy from companies that treat workers, animals, and the environment with respect.
When you go to the supermarket, choose foods that are in season. Buy foods that are organic. Know what’s in your food. Read labels. Know what you buy.
The average meal travels 1500 miles from the farm to the supermarket. Buy foods that are grown locally. Shop at farmer’s markets. Plant a garden. (Even a small one.)
Cook a meal with your family and eat together.
Everyone has a right to healthy food. Make sure your farmer’s market takes food stamps. Ask your school board to provide healthy school lunches.
The FDA and USDA are supposed to protect you and your family. Tell Congress to enforce food safety standards and re-introduce Kevin’s Law.
If you say grace, ask for food that will keep us, and the planet healthy.
You can change the world with every bite.
Hungry for change? Go to: takepart.com/foodinc"
Please take the time to go check it out. It's not too late.

The Love Machine and the Feathered Floozies

SIGH...I knew this would happen...and P is absolutely disgusted. Jun is trying to mount the girls. He pecks their heads (karma), until they submit, and then he climbs on them and flaps his wings. Fortunately that's it for now.
Last time we were down there, Patty called me over and told me Jun was being a jackass and attacking the girls. I explained to her what he was doing, and she couldn't believe it was such a violent act. I asked her what she was expecting...a moonlit walk on the beach? Dinner and a movie?
When I went down to see them today, some of the girls were squatting down and waving their butts in the air at him...sluts.
Today I collected 3 eggs. Not one of them was in a nest box. :/ Better luck tomorrow.

Is there an exterminator in the house???

I hate bugs....I'm sure on some deep level that is way over my head, all bugs have a purpose. But I'm tired of them...The biting flies, the yellow jackets, the mosquitos etc...
So last week I was pulling weeds and scotch broom along the dirt road... I went to take down a 4 foot Christmas tree, and I noticed the branches were moving. I looked closer, and it was ants. Big ones, all over the damn tree. They were even making little chains from branch to branch with their bodies. I followed the path on the ground, across the dirt road to the other side. About 6 feet off the road is a huge ant hill! It's probably 2 feet wide, and 2 feet high and it's made of pine needles. I took a close look at the ants so I could look them up online. They are red with black butts, and are similar to carpenter ants. They are "formica obscuripes". I went to the hardware store, and they recommended a liquid and a powder. I put a couple ounces to a gallon of water in our sprayer, and went to save the world...
Well the stupid sprayer didn't work right...and the ants were laughing at me and flipping me off...so I did the only thing that came to mind. I unscrewed the top off of the sprayer, and poured the whole thing out on top of the anthill. Laugh at that you little bastards!!! I then poured the white powder around the base of the hill, and all over the dirt road.
When P and I went down to the barn the next day, I saw one of the little beasts carrying a dead one across the road. Good...at least I knocked out one of them! P threw a rock at the ant hill, and HUNDREDS of them swarmed to the top of the hill. I guess next is PLAN B....

The dump

It was time again....Dixie had been parked on the side of the barn for so long that the vines had started to grow up inside her door. (It has only really been about 6-8weeks, but weeds are one of those things I'm freakishly good at growing.) We filled Dixie up with our junk from our various projects and headed out. On the way down the back dirt road I felt something cold and wet on my hand. I flung it toward Patty, (reflex I swear) and she screamed and slammed on the breaks. It was then that I saw she had a green tree frog on her knee, and I started yelling, "It's a frog!" over and over so she didn't think it was a tarantula or something. Poor thing had probably been living in the truck. So she caught it and let it go out the window, and we continued on our way.
We stopped at Starbucks, (duh) and went to the dump. It smelled quite ripe when we pulled into our spot. I started to pull the tarp off the truck when the guy next to me got out of his Chester Molester van and said, "Wow! If I had one of those camera phone things, I would take your picture! I have never seen a woman at the dump before, and my wife won't come with me, and she won't let me bring my sister..." (I didn't ask...the whole thing was too weird for me.) So P and I kept unloading the truck. One of the bags was huge, and when I threw it, it splashed me in the face. I about gagged. I wiped my face with my sleeve and tried not to think about what just hit me in the face. We kept goin and when we were done we went to get the oil changed. It had been 2 years, but Dixie was still within the 3000 miles! The guys at Oil Can Henry's said she was quite the farm truck. Everything in her was top of the line. We looked at each other and shrugged. P asked if they would check her belts...she screeched all the time turning and starting. It didn't bother me...and old truck is an old truck. P said it was embarrasing....I figured she (Dixie) thought she was on Dukes of Hazzard....
After the oil change we headed home...

A little help...

Well, instead of paying to fix the lawn mower, P had faith we could take it on ourselves. We ordered new blades, and last Saturday when I was working, she called me and told me that she had taken the deck off the lawn mower. (She knew better than to take that on when she was home alone, but she never listens!!!) She couldn't get the blades off...no matter what she tried. My friend from work Arnie offered to come help. He tends to feel a little fatherly, and since I had given him 3 huge bags of chicken poop the weekend before, I think he figured it was a nice way to pay me back.
So he came over and brought my other old friend Howie to help! Howie retired from the shipyard over a year ago, and it was so good to see them!! So they swapped out the blades, and then Arnie beat the crap out of the deck with a sledge hammer to get out the dent Mariah had put into it when she drove it into the creek bed... :/
It was quite a production to put the deck back on...and at the end there was an extra cotter pin. We looked at the manual and found a spot that was missing one.
Patty then gave it a test drive, (I figured the safest place to be would probably be riding it...) Considering it had old gas in it...it kept dying. Every time it died Patty would yell at the top of her lungs, "*$!@ JOHN DEERE!!!" Howie and Arnie thought it was quite funny...Me, well I'm used to it. :) We came to the conclusion that with a little gas treatment, the lawn mower will be as good as new. I hope to be able to mow this weekend!!! Thanks Arnie and Howie!!! and Patty Lou too!!!

In the palm of our hands...

WE GOT OUR FIRST EGGS TODAY!!!! 2 OF THEM!!! On our way home, Patty said, "I think today is the day we get our first egg! I wasn't feeling as certain. In fact, I was becoming a little worried because they hadn't started laying yet....
But when we went down there to fill the waterers, I peeked inside of the 6 nest boxes, and sure enough, in two of them the little wooden egg I had placed in there (to show them where to lay), had been pushed aside and there was a little egg in the middle. So I gently picked them up, and carried them out to P in my cupped hands. Her mouth fell open, and we both got a little teary....all our hard work was paying off! They weren't as small as I expected them to be...and they weren't misshapen at all! One is a slightly darker shade of brown than the other, and they are perfectly beautiful!
I let P carry them up to the house, and we took several pics of them. We've already discussed blowing out the insides so we can keep them forever....Kind of like bronzing baby shoes. :) Besides...soon...there will be more eggs than we know what to do with!!!