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Why Did The Cornish Giant Cross the Road

To get to the tractor!  Scratch for delectables, feel grass between their toes,  build up those drum sticks, fertilize the field - lot's of reasons really.  And they are all important to building a plump, chemical free, juicy, tasty freezer filling chicken. Need I say more?

Here's the Chicken Motor Home.  They quite liked the ride down the road, over the gate, and into the pasture.
The Chicken Tractor: the pile of wood is just waiting for the wood storage balcony to be built.

Always great to sit around and admire our handiwork after the project is done!


Last night we stood on the balcony transfixed with the light show surrounding us. Spectacular against a backdrop of dark purple. Great streaks of energy criss crossing in mesh patterns.  Walls of light.  The darkness punctuated by sizzling bolts seemingly giving Joseph's mountain some primordial shock therapy. Acupuncture by lightning.  A blood red glow low to the Southwest,  not the latest fire but an illusion created by a crescent moon peering through smoke. After the show- a drenching of rain.  The first real moisture in a month.  As I stood listening to the drumbeat of the downpour I could hear the fields soaking it up.  Almost a sighing of thankfulness after a month of no rain.

No reports of any new fires.  But there is a haze of smoke on the mantle of Joseph's Mountain across the valley.  The trailers are hooked to vehicles, only a precaution. But I may just buy a fire pump this week.  The backpack sprayers I have hanging in the storage shed are only useful for containing small fires and it's been several years since we've had to use those.

I am considering purchasing a T-9 Dozer from a neighbour.  He says it's very helpful around the garden and want's to build a direct road across our adjoining fields between our houses.  To make the daily coffee breaks more efficient.

A little paint and some WD-40 lubricant and it would be as good as new.

I love barnwood.  For one, it's wood!  No plastic.  It's reusable and it has a beauty all it's own.  Here's one of my favorite uses for it as window trim.


The top board reminds me of Vincent van Gogh's Starry Night:


Interesting too, how we spend fortunes on paint to cover outbuildings to protect it from the elements.  Yet look at the patina on the barn logs after 70 years.  The logs are still sound.  I even saw a commercial product for sale in our local hardware that purports to do the same thing only quicker.

Hope you are having some starry nights.  It's the Perseids Meteor shower after all! Enjoy.




Comments

Norm said…
Hi Art nice to see you back at your blog if I did not know you better I would say you've gone to the dogs,but I'm sure your still a cat man. I think I'm becoming a robot as these words are getting tougher Norm
Art Blomquist said…
Norm, I have kinda gone to the dogs. But it isn't so bad! Glad to hear from you. You were on my mind just yesterday and I was wondering how your doing.. If you cant get the captcha thing that proves your not a robot just hit the little whirlwind button to find one you can read.

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