This post will only be of interest to a few friends here on OS, but what the hell.
above photo: finishing a little gate repair
For those of you who came for the nudity, I'm sorry to disappoint you but that's all there is...............You're free to go. For those of you who came for the poultry..................Well that's just weird.
Monday through Friday from 7:30 to 4:30 or thereabouts I'm a mild mannered reporter for a great metropolitan newspaper. Okay, not exactly but you get the drift. But from Fri. night until Sun. night I'm Super Me. That's when I become who I really am. That's the real world.
So last Fri night it rained and rained hard. Rain was also predicted for all day Sat. This was not good news as my chicks have nearly outgrown their biddy coop and I need to finish a chicken house.
When I woke up Sat. the sky wasn't leaking but everything was very wet and the clouds dark and pregnant. I decided, therefore, that rather than pull out the air compressor and nail guns and other necessary acoutrama for only an hour or so of work I'd do some of the never ending stuff that always seem to be faintly gnawing and nagging at the back of my brain. And (this must be your lucky day) take you on a mini tour of the Walker Ranch. Otherwise known an Rancho de la Camanara.
This is some of the harvested purple sage that is used to make purifying smudge sticks. I figured Persephone and Jodi would appreciated this.
This is the arbor over the gate that I built the previous weekend. I was suppose to paint the gate today. Rain has deferred that to another time as well. Yes, those are plants growing out of the top of the arbor. I turned it into a planter.
This is for the poultry lovers.
My chicks are a variety called Game Chickens. They are also sometimes referred to as Bantys. Bantys only grow to about half the size of a regular chicken and they lay fewer eggs. They are the variety that most early settlers had here because they are independent and easy to care for (the chickens, not the settlers). I chose this variety because of their heritage and their independence. I'm looking less for companionship and more for protein. They will free range across the back half of my property.
(at least half of what you asked for, Word)
Here I'm doing repair on another set of gates that I fashioned from some old metal trellises. The damage was due to a teenager with a lawnmower mishap.
Oh, yeah. and around here there is blood. There always seems to be blood.
Way up at the top of the barn is my bat house. I have another one that hasn't yet been hung.
So, the rain did come. From around noon to 7:00 p.m. or so it poured. Most of that time I contented myself to sit on the porch, drink coffee, smoke cigarettes and watch.
The hat is because I have wild and crazy been in the rain hair thing going on.
But that's all okay because around a quarter to eight, the view from my porch looked like this.
Y'all come back now, hear?