Thursday, May 12, 2016

The calves all arrived on time and station.  I now have a lower lot full of steer and cow, all under five hundred pounds. All spooky. Another day or so of settling in and we should be good for the summer. Water, to keep the grass strong, will be the mext worry. That’ll be a bit.

We dragged a piece of equipment forty odd miles for an electrical problem. The mech thought he might cure the problem in thrity minutes and ended keeping the equipment for = probably forever. Looks like a the problem is in the wiring harness itself, which is a rarity.  All the obvious checks, we conducted here and finally the mech gave up on the quick fix and agreed.

While out and about I met the only surviving member of the Ortiz family. He was the young fellow that discovered his family tortured and murdered by the BTK killler some years back. The torture was brutal before the murder. His life hasn’t been the American dream, just a guy truckin’ along the best he could.

Oddly enough the sheriff that finally caught the killer (years after the incident) owns a farm near my place, as does the sheriffs brother. They are both more or less retired now. The sheriff came up with the trap that finally caught the killer.

Closer to home, I finally found some copper dust for the apple tree rust. Maybe, if I hurry, I can get some spray on the trees before they fruit out on me. It would be nice to have aples this year. Last year without wasn’t very enjoyable.


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

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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