We are down to three guineas and have been since last fall. But guineas have their politics, too, and it’s a rough and tumble variety. Apparently there are two males and one isn’t about to let the other get in on any knoodling. They chase and chase and if male #2 stops to rest male number one pecks on him. When it’s time to call it a night, #1 will station himself just inside the door to guinea tower and peck #2 if he tries to get it, sometimes causing Joyce difficulty when she’s trying to round up her fowl and get them in for the night.
Meanwhile, the ducks spend a lot of time at the pond and two seems to be a much more compatible number. I wish they would eat the cattails but they will probably eat the plants we’re going to plant in the pond area. They are supposed to arrive next week. Joyce didn’t remember exactly what she ordered but it should be interesting. Those dang plant and gardening catalogs will lead one astray this time of year. About July we often wonder what the heck we were thinking when we ordered plants.
Today Joyce and I hauled some topsoil form the pile to fill up our garden boxes. Our goal for the day was only one row and that took four trailer loads. The tractor saved a lot of effort but it was still a lot of work. I knew I couldn’t get all three rows done today but I figured one row would accommodate the plants Joyce ordered for the garden. They are supposed to be here next week, along with what she ordered for the pond.
Kari got tired of the birds soiling her front porch. I’d never seen that before but it seems they fed Elmo the cat on the front porch and it was the leftover catfood that attracted the birds. Joyce tells me Elmo will take his meals from here on with the other porch kitties at our place. Goody.
Thursday evening I played a round of golf with Gary Shewbert. As cold as it was Monday through Wednesday, it was hard to imagine that it would be comfortable weather for golfing on Thursday but it was. I hadn’t played since last fall and I enjoyed the round. The weather was just about ideal. It was a landmark day for Gary. He hit a hole-in-one. Yes, these are very short par 3 holes but we are pretty bad golfers so I figure it’s the equivalent of a decent duffer hitting a HI-1 on a regular golf course. We didn’t even realize the ball went in. Gary did hit the green but the shot wasn’t on line with the pin. It hit something that made it star rolling toward the pin and I figured it might wind up close but I stopped watching it and started walking toward the green. When we got there we could only see one ball, which was mine. I knew Gary’s ball should be on the green so I looked in the hole and there it was.
I’ll spend a couple of days in Austin on business early this coming week. It’s been a while since I’ve been to Austin and I’ve never spent much time there. Should be interesting. I hope the Norks don’t nuke as they’ve threatened to do, at least while I’m there.