Range fires are springing up all around the village. So far the fire department has responded to four out of control – usually meaning the fire is near the active roads.
The whistler was around last night. He was very persistent. The neighbors little white yappers were out in the middle of the road and up and down the barr ditches several times talking their trash.
At one point the dogs three blocks away were voicing their displeasure. I didn’t see much, but did hear the whistling. The guys stuff seems to be wearing thin if the dogs are not placated by his announcing his presence in that manner. It has generally worked for him before.
Renter wants a pasture bush hogged. He’s going to tear down a quarter mile of old fence and bull doze trees this year. That means cutting down his pasture area. Oh, and he is planning to build a shelter for hay storage in the newly fenced area.
His mom called this morning and wants the garden tilled. That means that I’ll have to decide which job to do first, then change the implements out for the next job. Probably will do the tilling first as the crops need to go in, the pasture can wait a bit. Most of that job will be killing cedar and small trees, the weeds won’t be high enough to be hurt this time of year.
All the mowing on that pasture has reduced the weed component. I’ll try to get further under the trees in the southeast corner this year. Hateful job in there. Lots of downed fence and it gets into the blades. A mess to cut out.
As much as I hate cleaning out the blades, though, I am getting that area back in there cleaned out and the cattle won’t get their legs cut up by the wire hidden in the grass.
Last year the calving cows did find the area attractive to hide the claves, so the work is paying off.
Sometimes I’d like to burn off the whole area, but it is inside the village limits and it spooks me thinking of a fire getting away and taking out several houses.
On a small smile subject: I went hunting for a plumbers helper – a plunger – and had to go to three hardware stores before finding one. One of the people at the second store told me confidentially that it’s been a bad year for plungers, he figured that lots and lots of folks have been chocked to the gills and have finally loosened up.
No. I didn’t mention the whole country was up tight and didn’t ask him how he was feeling.
From the reaches,