Joyce is a gentle soul, I think we’ll all agree, kind and loving but we all have our limits and it isn’t wise to test hers, which is what the black rooster had been doing practically from the get-go by harassing the hens. Red rooster tried to keep him at bay but he couldn’t protect all 15 or so hens when they were scattered around the place. One hen in particular black rooster made life miserable for. Finally Joyce had enough, gave Chris the go ahead and so it was black rooster wound up in the cook pot. Continue reading “Requiem for a Black Rooster”→
Just like last Sunday, it is snowing and blowing here today. The weather weenies say the snow won’t amount to anything, though, and while the next few nights will be disagreeably cold, the days won’t be bad, maybe even nice. That would mean them Wiley girls can get out to run and play. Thanksgiving is forecast to be in the mid-60’s. We’re getting pretty dry despite the little bit of snow. There hasn’t been a decent amount of moisture in several weeks. Continue reading “Sunday snow”→
Joyce cooked a big pot of beans, then left town, which was wise. She went to Plainview to help out with Max and Juanita, her brother and sister-in-law, both of whom are not well. She will probably have to go back for a couple of nights this coming week. She still ministers to her flock here — cats, chickens, husband and other animals. Fortunately she isn’t gone long and gets back in time to arrest our slide into pathos. Continue reading “The Vapors”→
Recently I stumbled on a movie titled The Wind That Blows the Barley. The setting was 1920 Ireland and was about the conflict between the Irish wanting self-rule and the British wanting to maintain control. It was entertaining but not a happy story. Also last week I caught a beautiful, calm day and got in a round of golf at Comanche Trail. When we had dinner with the Shewberts Sunday Gary suggested we play golf Monday, weather permitting. In my view this time of year it is more important what the wind is doing than what the temperature is. As it turned out, it was windy and threatening rain so we skipped golf. But Thursday, well, it just doesn’t get any better for golf here on the high plains. On Thursdays Gary plays with a friend who can’t play any other day so I was left to my own devices. I decided I would play a big-boy course and decided on the Comanche Trail Arrowhead course. I got off around 9:00 when it was still pretty chilly. In fact, there was a little ice on a couple of the wooden bridges. But the air was so calm and the sunshine so pleasant, I was never uncomfortable. I was, however, a little intimidated by the large areas of long grass in front of many of the tee boxes. They might as well be water because the chances of finding your ball if you hit into them was about the same. I walked the course using a pull cart and was by myself all day so no one was there to see my silly shots, nor was there anyone to appreciate the handful of truly outstanding shots. I’m anxious to have another go soon, but that will depend on the wind. Continue reading “Wind”→
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