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You’ll recall my talking about the adolescent guinea injured in the transfer from the shop to guinea tower. I mentioned that it seemed to me it would be kinder to put it out of its misery, such was the severity of what appeared to be a neck/spinal chord injury. Well, now we’re not sure which guinea it was, not because all three have their heads tilted back so they look backwards but that they all appear normal. Granted, a healthy guinea is goofy, but I’m just amazed that the injured one recovered with apparently no ill effects. Joyce isn’t quite ready to turn them loose but she’s getting close. Meanwhile, the three older guineas have taken to spending their nights outside guinea tower. The last few nights they’ve been no where to be found at dusk when it’s bedtime. A couple of evenings Joyce and I went around the place with flashlights to try to round them up since in our experience a guinea out over night is an x-guinea. I’ve stopped looking and I think Joyce has too. I’m content to let them take their chances but Joyce will probably want to round them up if she can. Continue reading “Miracles on SA” →

During the brief hiatus from posting weekly, we have celebrated July 4th with breakfast in McBride Canyon,  played on the beach, recelebrated July 4th on July 6th and spent several days in Red River.  All in all, not a bad little break in our routine.

First, J, K, S & V spent three weeks with us, including the week we spent in Red River, only returning home last Sunday.  Dave drove up for the July 6th congregation, arriving the evening of the 4th.  There were lively times while they were here, as you can imagine with so many shorties in residence.  They gave the recreational facilities on SA a good work-out.  Since the get-together was planned for the 6th, that left the 4th open and we took advantage to arrive at McBride Canyon at dawn and whip up a campfire breakfast.  Only we weren’t supposed to have a campfire because of the dry conditions.  I had already started one by the time Joyce read the notice so we just let it die down.  We had a camp stove for the cooking anyway so it was only the aesthetics that suffered. Continue reading “Summer vacation” →

Before the little shower we got Thursday night, SA was being grilled mercilessly with no basting.  Temperatures as high as 106° quickly turned the grass from a pleasant forest green to a faint green suitable for the walls of a mental institution.  It was hard to say which was worse; the wind blowing or the wind not blowing.  The cool down in the forecast gives us something to look forward to. Continue reading “Life in hell” →

Good grief, after last Friday night’s pleasant one inch rain, you can actually see the weeds growing.  It wasn’t long ago at dinner with the neighbors I commented on how I remembered fondly when the place was green, back in the day.  Well, it’s green now and looks very nice but it isn’t just the grass that’s growing.  Most of the rest of the neighborhood seems to be at peace with the weeds taking over.  Those that do seem to want to rein them in simply keep them mowed down.  That’s better than letting them go to seed, of course, but it isn’t very aesthetically appealing.  I spray a couple of gallons of Weed Be Gone mix most evenings knowing that if I do that while the weeds are small that will go a long way in helping me ultimately control them.  I say control, not eliminate.  That’s impossible. Continue reading “June the benign” →