There are no prizes, but it’ll be fun anyway. I’m thinking there is some kind of metaphor to be had here. Help us come up with a caption for this picture from our pasture:
OK, so here is what has been going on around here lately. I know you probably subscribe to this blog for more than just bullet-point updates, and we have REALLY been slacking on the how-to videos, but what can I say: It’s that time of year. I do promise some how-to stuff sometime soon though. In the meantime, here’s a fun list and some pictures…
We see things a little differently when we’re relaxed. This is the story of just such an occurrence.
I have a hard time relaxing because I’m always thinking of all there is to do around the place, or all there is to do for my “real” job. I can’t sit on my butt when I think about this stuff because the guilty feeling of not working will keep me from enjoying my so-called “relaxation”.
The Life on a Southern Farm blog is giving away a free chicken nesting box. All you need to do to be entered is to click here and comment on their blog. It looks like a pretty nice design actually. I’ve never seen a nesting box made from sheet metal, but it seems like that would be much easier to clean than wood.
Last night we didn’t use the electric lights and instead opted for our first of many oil-lamp nights. Missy’s mom and dad brought us some fantastic oil lamps from their place in Ohio, including a really neat one that goes on a stand, which swivels around on the wall. The stand has a reflective plate behind it to direct the lamp light to wherever you need it in the room. I’ve never seen anything quite like it, but it must have been a welcome invention back in the days before widespread electricity.
I hope my more socially conservative readers will excuse the language in this title. Somehow “bat guano” or “bat poo” or “bat feces” didn’t really get across the situation I was dealing with. What I really tackled after work today was nothing more and nothing less than several mountains of bat shit and bat urine piss that had built up in another one of our outbuildings over the course of a decade.
What would have taken me three days was over within 15 minutes thanks to a friendly neighbor with a tractor…
It is 11pm Friday night here. I promised myself that I would work on a freelance thing tonight. But that was before I tried to till in our garden area this afternoon. Usually I work until 5pm telecommuting, then do my farm work from 5pm until it gets dark (8-ish) and then come in and work on my own websites or client sites until around 10pm. That is during the week. My weekends have consisted of work on the property from 8am until 8pm with trips into town or into Floyd interspersed here and there. You know, “the simple life”. I’m “living the dream” and all that.