Friday, April 27, 2012

LINCOLN, Neb. – Two million pounds of plastic pesticide containers no longer threaten Nebraska’s environment and landscape.

That’s the amount of empty, plastic pesticide containers a University of Nebraska-Lincoln Extension program has helped collect and recycle from across Nebraska over the past 20 years.

“We’re going to keep adding to that total as this very successful and collaborative program begins its 21st year,” said UNL pesticide safety educator Clyde Ogg, who coordinates the program for the university’s Institute of Agriculture and Natural Resources.

The UNL program helps recycle 1- and 2.5-gallon plastic pesticide containers and 15-, 30- and 55-gallon plastic crop protection chemical drums.

Full article . . .


I’m not sure I hear the following; woke thinking the following; or simply dreamed the following:

Overheard in the White House kitchen.

Get that dog out of here.


Why Can’t?

That’s desert.


Of course, having thought the above through I came to the conclusion that every cat grinned.


I am now under the thumb of the dumb beasts. The calves have figured out the timing of their breakfast and supper.

I tried to feed an hour late this morning.

The neighbor’s have not complained yet.


Due attention to Folklore from Kansas . . .

– A duck that has been wounded by a hunter will dive down into the water and hang onto the roots of the water weeds to commit suicide or hide.

– To kill an owl, walk up to the owl while it is sitting on a post, and then walk around and around the owl. It will always look at you and eventually it will wring its own neck.

AS a side note: I’m still working on the snake thing. I had thought I’d gotten there the other day what with the dog barking and all?


I responded to the dog’s insistent vocalizations and examined the area he as homing on. I saw very pretty snake about three feet long – olive gray green back, side marking of thin black stripe, broad (very pretty) yellow, another very thin black stripe.

A new thing for me – I have seen it before, but this time decided to identify it. I THINK it’s a Crawdad Snake.   It eats crawdads exclusively. Pity. I need something that likes mice.


Which was a nice thing because it slithered away under the concrete patio out back and bothered me, the though of that.

Thinking about identifying snakes is about the same as identifying mushrooms from books to me.


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The equipment was ready on time; the crappie weren’t biting evidently.

When I went to pick the stuff up the man had his thumb jammed into a Japanese made gas powered spray pump the farmers use for spot spraying. It was the first small regulator tank I’d seen that could fit easily into a pick-up bed with a thirty-five gallon tank.

He’d fixed it, he said. I spent thirty minutes talking while waiting for him to get my bill while he tried to start that thing. Finally, I suggested he rest while I wrote him a check and he agreed.

I haven’t tried my stuff yet.


The battery hasn’t come in.

The Co-Op talked among themselves in front of me; the discussion being whether the battery supplier meant he came around every third week of the month or whether he meant every three weeks from the last time he was by.

If they don’t know, I damn sure don’t.

I’ll wait, however, because when it does come in they’ll probably tell me and then I’ll know.


From the reaches,

Ten Mile

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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