That's an old cliche I guess, but it really seems to fit.
I have fence work I need to do stacked up around me like cordword. I've been awful lazy since Daddy left; not intentionally, but I have been. I make no excuses--since I can't think of any!
Yesterday, I was going to mow our place. I arrived to find cattle in the yard. The chainlink in the back is laying on the ground. Well, since the cows had eaten the grass down short, I didn't need to mow. I went ahead and finished trimming the trees though...those nippers are dull, by the way. While doing that I ran water into the pool.
I called Daddy when I was done to tell him that I was making a judgement call decsion and was going to get to work building a barb-wire fence all the way around the yard. The chainlink is going down in several other places besides the back. It's a good thing I did call him too, because I got a few pointers.
I headed to Smith's and was back by the nails and staples when Justin came in from the back. He saw me getting some staples and grinning asked, "Can I help you?" I laughed (I laugh a lot no matter who I'm talking to or what I'm doing--but I think you already knew that!), "I guess so!" He got me squared away with 5 pounds of staples and I think it was about 1 pound of 16 penny nails. (For making the H-frames; I was all out.) Then we went to the counter (I was almost trotting to keep up with him--that young man has much longer legs than I do!) and had an interesting exchange about a bundle of fence posts. He didn't think they'd fit in the back of my pickup (probably right), so he wanted to know where to deliver them. Why do I never think of saying "the old ---" place? I explained what it looked like and he went, "Oh, the old --- place! I know exactly were that is at." Then he wanted to know if it was alright to deliver them that evening. Sure, why not? So, he turned around and asked the "Old Man", "Can the boys deliver a bundle of posts?" To which Old Man replied (with a down right ornery twinkle), "It's your business..." I laughed...couldn't help it!
Anyway, I went on ahead and was poking around in the cab of the truck trying to straighten things out when Redneck 1 showed up with my posts. I let him in--I'm not sure he thought he was going to make it through the gate by the way he was looking at his mirrors. The way they unload posts, when they don't have a forklift, is rather interesting. Drive forward, back up, and hit the brakes! He had to do this several times before they finally fell off the back of the truck--and they still didn't end up in the tent! Oh well...they're going to be out in the weather anyway, right? Then he unloaded the two rolls of wire I had also gotten; I guess they keep that in the warehouse because he brought it out--and I would think that if it was in the building, that Justin would have loaded it in my truck.
My plan was to start working on fence today--but seeing as the coon got into my rooster coop again last night, I think I may just finish the chicken plucker instead. Who knows, I might even start butchering! I only have 14 roosters left (not counting Tail-less and the other one I put in with the hens). That is NOT a very good percentage from 50 at all. It stinks, but that's how it is. I've certainly learned a thing or two about chickens, and roosters in particular, through this venture.
BUT, if I'm going to get anything done, I'd better get to it. My coffee is gone. I still don't feel much like moving though. I rode Snip this morning and because of the amount of trotting I did yesterday, my legs are worn out. The ol' boy behaved fairly well today; he spooked once and almost fell once (tripped on something), but didn't even attempt to buck--of course, I also didn't even try loping today. The way my legs felt, I wasn't sure I would stay on if he did buck!
I won't ride tomorrow (it has become a habit not to ride on Saturday; partly because it's the day I take care of my indoor stuff and partly because if I did fall and break something, I'd rather not do it on a Saturday with church the next morning and all). By Monday, I should be nice and rested and ready to start in again!
See ya!
I have fence work I need to do stacked up around me like cordword. I've been awful lazy since Daddy left; not intentionally, but I have been. I make no excuses--since I can't think of any!
Yesterday, I was going to mow our place. I arrived to find cattle in the yard. The chainlink in the back is laying on the ground. Well, since the cows had eaten the grass down short, I didn't need to mow. I went ahead and finished trimming the trees though...those nippers are dull, by the way. While doing that I ran water into the pool.
I called Daddy when I was done to tell him that I was making a judgement call decsion and was going to get to work building a barb-wire fence all the way around the yard. The chainlink is going down in several other places besides the back. It's a good thing I did call him too, because I got a few pointers.
I headed to Smith's and was back by the nails and staples when Justin came in from the back. He saw me getting some staples and grinning asked, "Can I help you?" I laughed (I laugh a lot no matter who I'm talking to or what I'm doing--but I think you already knew that!), "I guess so!" He got me squared away with 5 pounds of staples and I think it was about 1 pound of 16 penny nails. (For making the H-frames; I was all out.) Then we went to the counter (I was almost trotting to keep up with him--that young man has much longer legs than I do!) and had an interesting exchange about a bundle of fence posts. He didn't think they'd fit in the back of my pickup (probably right), so he wanted to know where to deliver them. Why do I never think of saying "the old ---" place? I explained what it looked like and he went, "Oh, the old --- place! I know exactly were that is at." Then he wanted to know if it was alright to deliver them that evening. Sure, why not? So, he turned around and asked the "Old Man", "Can the boys deliver a bundle of posts?" To which Old Man replied (with a down right ornery twinkle), "It's your business..." I laughed...couldn't help it!
Anyway, I went on ahead and was poking around in the cab of the truck trying to straighten things out when Redneck 1 showed up with my posts. I let him in--I'm not sure he thought he was going to make it through the gate by the way he was looking at his mirrors. The way they unload posts, when they don't have a forklift, is rather interesting. Drive forward, back up, and hit the brakes! He had to do this several times before they finally fell off the back of the truck--and they still didn't end up in the tent! Oh well...they're going to be out in the weather anyway, right? Then he unloaded the two rolls of wire I had also gotten; I guess they keep that in the warehouse because he brought it out--and I would think that if it was in the building, that Justin would have loaded it in my truck.
My plan was to start working on fence today--but seeing as the coon got into my rooster coop again last night, I think I may just finish the chicken plucker instead. Who knows, I might even start butchering! I only have 14 roosters left (not counting Tail-less and the other one I put in with the hens). That is NOT a very good percentage from 50 at all. It stinks, but that's how it is. I've certainly learned a thing or two about chickens, and roosters in particular, through this venture.
BUT, if I'm going to get anything done, I'd better get to it. My coffee is gone. I still don't feel much like moving though. I rode Snip this morning and because of the amount of trotting I did yesterday, my legs are worn out. The ol' boy behaved fairly well today; he spooked once and almost fell once (tripped on something), but didn't even attempt to buck--of course, I also didn't even try loping today. The way my legs felt, I wasn't sure I would stay on if he did buck!
I won't ride tomorrow (it has become a habit not to ride on Saturday; partly because it's the day I take care of my indoor stuff and partly because if I did fall and break something, I'd rather not do it on a Saturday with church the next morning and all). By Monday, I should be nice and rested and ready to start in again!
See ya!
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