I grew two white pumpkins this year, one the size of a softball, the other about the size of a basketball.
My strange idea for them, I want to make them into eyes, and put them up on my side fence post, so the people going by would see a strange set of eyes looking at them.
I have also thought about finding some purple fabric, or some such, using the little pumpkin, still as an eye, and putting a horn on it, so it's a (sing with me, now), One eyed, one horned, flying purple people eater!
We usually have 2 kids, brothers, from a friend that lives nearby. I hope they both show this year, the one is getting to be a teen, and I don't know if he will, but the other is in kindergarten, so I am pretty sure one might show...
I like to decorate, but it's so sad, parents around here don't want the kids trick or treating, they have school "trunk or treat", where you go there and hand out candy, or school "Harvest Festivals". Guess it's still fun for the kids, but those of us who had a blast dressing up and handing out stuff at our decked out houses, not so much.
But, I guess I could deck out my car and go to the school.
Either way, I have a quick costume for this year. I have a hoodie, with ears, and it's black. Across the front, it reads, I am a cat. I have black pants, and my black fingertip gloves, tada, quick and easy costume.
I also intend to wear it at a local function, where I am actually called Cat.
Hee hee...
At any rate, I will let you know for sure what I will do in a future post.
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Thursday, October 31, 2019
Friday, January 13, 2017
How to weird out kids when you are walking to the store.
(Husband and I really enjoy the Lord of the Rings series, book and movie. There is a scene where one of the characters, Samwise Gamgee is talking to Gollum about potatoes. “Pot-ta-toes! Boil them, mash them, stick them in a stew…” I add this so that the following will make a bit more sense.)
It was a sunny(ish) day, no snow, the roads were clear, and we were out of milk, dog food, and a few other items, and Husband had an item he’d bought ready for pick up in town. So, we went to the big box store, to resupply.
Said big box store had shoveled the snow into large, dirty piles at the edge of the parking lot, looking like a rather… messy animal had left some items un-buried. Lovely, white, and new-fallen, it was not!
We walked up by 2 children, clad in puffy jackets and gum boots, who were playing climb the hill on the man made drifts. The Mom and Dad were watching rather disinterestedly, I think they were just glad the kids were out and moving, the way it looked.
We walked, and Husband got the sneaky smile he sometimes gets, and said, in the same tone as Samwise, “ Snow piles, Mash ‘em, squish ‘em,” whereupon we glanced at each other and finished up with, “Put 'em in a stew”, and laughed.
The kids looked up, and then ran, not walked, to Mom and Dad. Dad looked amused, Mom, not so much. We walked by, and I was tempted to say “Gollum”, or “Precious”, but since our geek flag flying had such a reaction, I decided just going into the store might be a better bet… But we were still laughing.
This snow has been not too bad for us, we are in the “finger” of Oregon, according to one weatherman. They showed a satellite, and Washington and Oregon are white covered, except for a line at the coast, and this small area from the coast to where I am, and a bit beyond. Which is odd, as about 2 weeks ago, they were getting nothing, and we had snow. Go figure. The temperature has been nasty. I am not used to 16 degree (or less!) temps. I am happy to say my hand spun wool gloves and scarf are great. Not as much when they are soaked, however. I had to carry water out to the animals, and oh, my did it get cold when the water splashed into the left glove. Let’s just say, I was very glad we had a fire going in the house!
The animals seem to be coping all right, Rudee is doing much better, since we came up with a “heating pad” for him. It’s actually a seed warming pad. I guess that would be what a doctor would call an ‘off label use’. It doesn’t get very warm, I believe 20 or so degrees above what is on it, so it won’t burn him. The chickens are doing pretty well, they were confused with the snow, and didn’t go out in it much. I have a Flock Block inside for them, a little extra nutrition, and since they want to stay inside, it also keeps them from pecking each other so much. (The avian version of Mean Girls, I guess…) The llamas are just fine, they just look at me like I am an idiot when I try to encourage them into a shelter of any type. They don’t seem to be cold. They DO like the extra food. And Buzz, our outside cat, is very happy, as I am feeding her gooshy type food, to supplement the dry stuff. She has been VERY friendly of late.
So, I hope all you blog friends are doing okay with the weather where you are, and stay comfortable!
It was a sunny(ish) day, no snow, the roads were clear, and we were out of milk, dog food, and a few other items, and Husband had an item he’d bought ready for pick up in town. So, we went to the big box store, to resupply.
Said big box store had shoveled the snow into large, dirty piles at the edge of the parking lot, looking like a rather… messy animal had left some items un-buried. Lovely, white, and new-fallen, it was not!
We walked up by 2 children, clad in puffy jackets and gum boots, who were playing climb the hill on the man made drifts. The Mom and Dad were watching rather disinterestedly, I think they were just glad the kids were out and moving, the way it looked.
We walked, and Husband got the sneaky smile he sometimes gets, and said, in the same tone as Samwise, “ Snow piles, Mash ‘em, squish ‘em,” whereupon we glanced at each other and finished up with, “Put 'em in a stew”, and laughed.
The kids looked up, and then ran, not walked, to Mom and Dad. Dad looked amused, Mom, not so much. We walked by, and I was tempted to say “Gollum”, or “Precious”, but since our geek flag flying had such a reaction, I decided just going into the store might be a better bet… But we were still laughing.
This snow has been not too bad for us, we are in the “finger” of Oregon, according to one weatherman. They showed a satellite, and Washington and Oregon are white covered, except for a line at the coast, and this small area from the coast to where I am, and a bit beyond. Which is odd, as about 2 weeks ago, they were getting nothing, and we had snow. Go figure. The temperature has been nasty. I am not used to 16 degree (or less!) temps. I am happy to say my hand spun wool gloves and scarf are great. Not as much when they are soaked, however. I had to carry water out to the animals, and oh, my did it get cold when the water splashed into the left glove. Let’s just say, I was very glad we had a fire going in the house!
The animals seem to be coping all right, Rudee is doing much better, since we came up with a “heating pad” for him. It’s actually a seed warming pad. I guess that would be what a doctor would call an ‘off label use’. It doesn’t get very warm, I believe 20 or so degrees above what is on it, so it won’t burn him. The chickens are doing pretty well, they were confused with the snow, and didn’t go out in it much. I have a Flock Block inside for them, a little extra nutrition, and since they want to stay inside, it also keeps them from pecking each other so much. (The avian version of Mean Girls, I guess…) The llamas are just fine, they just look at me like I am an idiot when I try to encourage them into a shelter of any type. They don’t seem to be cold. They DO like the extra food. And Buzz, our outside cat, is very happy, as I am feeding her gooshy type food, to supplement the dry stuff. She has been VERY friendly of late.
So, I hope all you blog friends are doing okay with the weather where you are, and stay comfortable!
Wednesday, April 13, 2016
K is for Killdeer
We have Killdeer around, they like to lay eggs in gravel. This can lead to some odd occurrences.
I was in first or second grade, when we had a Killdeer lay an egg just on the far side of the playground, right near the parking lot. We all wanted to see the bird, which was made easier by the janitor, who had painted a bright red circle around the nest, so people could avoid it when parking.
Well, we kids were all ringed around this bird, who was probably panic stricken, but studiously sat, guarding her egg. The teachers noticed the play time mobbing of the poor bird, and so the janitor sprayed a NEW circle, about 10 or so feet around the bird, and we were given the rule that if anyone was caught inside of that second circle, they would have no recess.
So, we all stood, toes on the circle, to watch and see if Mama would have a chick during one of our play times. One day, there was a chick, so I assume it hatched of an evening or morning, before we showed up... I think that the bird, and the teachers, were glad when the bird moved on.
This same kind of event happened at the volunteer fire station, and someone used orange paint to mark around the nest. I would have thought the poor bird would have been terrified of huge, red, screaming-siren trucks going by her, but that one survived to have a chick, too.
Then, in a nearby town, we have a road named Killdeer Avenue. The name? It was proposed after construction had to be delayed because one of these goofy birds laid an egg in a spot where a mega store was to be built. Again, silly bird had a chick, they left, and all was restored to 'normal'.
They may not be smart, those Killdeer, but they have more courage than they know what to do with!
I was in first or second grade, when we had a Killdeer lay an egg just on the far side of the playground, right near the parking lot. We all wanted to see the bird, which was made easier by the janitor, who had painted a bright red circle around the nest, so people could avoid it when parking.
Well, we kids were all ringed around this bird, who was probably panic stricken, but studiously sat, guarding her egg. The teachers noticed the play time mobbing of the poor bird, and so the janitor sprayed a NEW circle, about 10 or so feet around the bird, and we were given the rule that if anyone was caught inside of that second circle, they would have no recess.
So, we all stood, toes on the circle, to watch and see if Mama would have a chick during one of our play times. One day, there was a chick, so I assume it hatched of an evening or morning, before we showed up... I think that the bird, and the teachers, were glad when the bird moved on.
This same kind of event happened at the volunteer fire station, and someone used orange paint to mark around the nest. I would have thought the poor bird would have been terrified of huge, red, screaming-siren trucks going by her, but that one survived to have a chick, too.
Then, in a nearby town, we have a road named Killdeer Avenue. The name? It was proposed after construction had to be delayed because one of these goofy birds laid an egg in a spot where a mega store was to be built. Again, silly bird had a chick, they left, and all was restored to 'normal'.
They may not be smart, those Killdeer, but they have more courage than they know what to do with!
Saturday, August 15, 2015
All Steamed Up part 3
I realized that there was a kid's tractor pull coming up. Husband wanted to go talk to the 'train guys', so I turned on my cell phone and took off for the pull.
There were ages from about 3-4 up to around 8. The goal was to pedal the tractor as far as possible, with the weight increasing on the back as it moved forward.
The ones that stood out. A tiny, tiny little boy, that wanted to try so badly, but with his tush on the seat, he couldn't reach the pedals. He tried standing up, kicking, tossing his feet 'round and round, no luck. The judges finally told him good try, and gave him a participation ribbon. He looked confused, and his mom told him that he needed go get up, the next person was going to try. He looked at the ribbon, and sort of smiled, then said "I did it, I got on a tractor!" He was so happy to just have been on the (toy) tractor, I don't think he even understood exactly what he was doing...
Another young boy, pedaled like mad, and then he hit the limits of what he could pull so fast, the tractor locked up, tipped backwards, and dumped him on his back. He looked more confused than anything, and his dad ran out to check on him. Little guy was juuuust on the verge of tears, when the judge said, "Did you know you did the longest pull yet?"
THAT snapped him out of it!
He jumped up, and told Dad, "I pulled it way long, Daddy!" Dad was grinning, kid was grinning, and he was skipping as he went out.
Young girl had cowboy boots on. She was going like sixty, and then hit a spot where it was hard going for her. She pushed, and then her boot slipped off the pedal. She adjusted, tried again, and the OTHER boot slipped off (slick soles). Her mom came out, and the girl looked up and asked if she could take her shoes off. Judge and Mom, simultaneously, "NO." She tried once more, halfheartedly, and then both feet slipped. The judge said it was good enough...
As they were leaving, I heard her mumble to herself, "I could have gone farther barefoot."
There was a parade of tractors, and while I didn't get pics of all of them, here is a few. I don't swear to this, but I *think* the big wheel on the upper left, was to use when it was stationary, for powering devices, otherwise it was disengaged as a tractor. However, it could also be a flywheel...
I can't remember the name of this one, but it could hold several people in the back. It had a very, VERY loud whistle, that came in useful with some ding dong that was standing in the road, on a phone, oblivious...
This is a Great grand daddy Case tractor. It always amazes me that these were steam engines, run usually by a large fire in a hold, that went out in the hottest point of the year, to cut, swath and pick up dry hay, grain, what have you... And, occasionally, you had problems with this.
Eeep.
This one I took because it was a nicely restored Allis-Chalmers. But mostly because it reminds me of going out on the tractor with my dad... (But we didn't have the umbrella... And ours was red with cat prints all over it...)
Next, whistle stop at the train yard!
Thursday, June 23, 2011
This? Oh, that? Wait... What? Hold it!!
Went to the lake where I was going to fish with a kid (or two). So, my ride and I arrived early enough to see the arrival of the group. The motorcycle cops led, lights flashing, followed by a city car with lights, then a truck (no lights, might have been Child Services), then the bus with... the kids!
They scrambled out of the bus, and were more or less lined up for us to take out. We were handed one or two kids, and were to put life jackets on. I should have figured what the day was going to be like when the little guy (he said he was JUST 8 years old) zipped right past me, ran down to the lake, and then couldn't understand why he wasn't fishing. I managed to get him in a life jacket, grab a pole, and get him back to the lake.
Whereupon I had to remind him to watch out for people casting, and not to walk in FRONT of people fishing. Dodging at least three casts myself, trying to keep up with him, we made it to a tiny dock, far from the others... And the fish, oh, there must have been at least a dozen or more. It was a nice shaded area, and the fish were just lazing about! I picked up the bait cup... And there were 2 eggs left. Where did they-? That's when I noticed the little guy was studiously taking each egg out and squishing it between his fingers.
Why are you mushing the eggs?
What's in 'em?
They are fishing eggs. It's just a... Could I have that egg before you squish it? We need it for bait.
I don't like fishing. I am hungry. Is there baby fish in a fish egg?
About that time one of the 'cooks' came by with cookies. He took three, pocketed at least two more, while I managed to finagle the egg onto the hook and get it in the water.
Where it fell off.
So much for my fishing prowess. (Sorry, Grandpa.) I grabbed the last egg, while the kid was still munching cookies, and baited, cast, explaining that no, there wasn't a baby fish in the egg, and told him he could fish now. He took the pole, looked at it, asked, what does this do? Then pushed all the levers and buttons, which made the line pay out, fast.
And, of course, that was the exact SECOND that a fish bit. He handed the pole back to me, and said, I don't want to fish. I grabbed the line, and tried to stop it. Not being familiar with the pole, I was trying to lift the bail (which stops the line), with what I thought was the right button. Turns out, that was a protruding gear, which did nothing but put a tiny bit of grease on my fingertip. I managed to get the right lever, and stop the payout. Reeling back in, I don't know what I caught the line on, but it broke. The kid is watching this, eating yet another cookie. I am NOT going to lose that fish, and grabbed the line. And the darn fish managed to loose itself.
Can I go catch salamanders?
I look at the disheveled wad of line, in a hairball that would impress a large cat, and sighed.
Sure. Let's go get a cup.
Another child gave him a salamander, which was promptly named Nickolaus, and he proceeded to introduce him as Nickolaus the Sea Urchin.
Hon, it's a salamander. Sea Urchins are spiny, and I think, purple colored.
(To the officer busy reeling in a fish) Hi! See my sea urchin? I call him Nickolaus!
(Yeaaah... Got that one through, all right...)
Several shades of wet shoes (his), and ducking interesting casts (me) later, he went over to a smaller boy, and showed him his "sea urchin". The officer looked up, and said, are you going to be with your brother?
Sure! Can I catch salamanders, too?
!!?!
I couldn't blame the officer, he had his hands full with three kids under ten, and I had just one, (now two), that weren't. I proceeded to chase a just eight year old, and his four year old brother allll over the place.
The boys discovered:
When you are in the bathroom, yelling WHOOO-HOOOO makes an echo. Repeating it makes the walls ring. I had to remind them that we only had one bathroom, hurry (WHHOOOOO!) up.
Salamanders that are grey don't move much, but are really easy to catch. (I had to explain that it was also, very, VERY dead...)
Maple bars and Mountain Dew makes your butt sticky when you wipe your pants, and then you get this really cool camo look from the dirt when you sit down. (I am so sure the bus driver loved this observation, let alone foster Mom.)
Even though everyone wore a badge of some sort, we weren't all allowed to sit on the motorcycles. They were surprised to find this out, even more so when I told them that they weren't allowed either, unless they knew which officer to talk to. (Fortune would have it, some one came up with more salamanders, and they lost interest in the bikes.)
If you run up real fast and say please, you can get lots of cookies, maple bars, and at least two sodas before the gal trying to keep tabs on you can say no.
My discoveries:
If I have these kids for any events again, I will absolutely have NO need to exercise, because I will certainly get my fast walking in...
I need to ask about the pole we used, and try it a few times BEFORE going fishing next year, so I am not learning, while doing. On the job training with kids isn't the best learning period when doing this activity.
I thought boys became walking stomachs at the teenage years. This young boy was proof positive that endless gut must start early.
"BUTTERFLY!" is a good way to stop two little boys long enough to catch up to them, (they were fascinated with the Monarchs by the lake), when used in moderation.
Giving an explanation of why you have to wash your hands after handling salamanders, stringer lines, at least one deputy's pant leg and shoe, and a large rock, just isn't worth it. Just let them know they wash, or don't eat. Explaining why they have to get out of the bathroom, between WHOOO-HOOO's, doesn't accomplish a lot more, but does mean I will use the word "Potty" more times than I think I have in the last several months, including talking to my dog, who was trained to the word!
So, that was the great 2 1/2 minute fishing extravaganza... I had fun, I think the boys did, too. I was sort of surprised at how much the DHS gal kept fretting that they were so hyper.
I guess I figured: little boys + outside + mondo sugar= running around having fun.
They kept coming up with hyper. I told them not to worry so much. Most of the officers and deputies looked highly relieved that I was with these little guys. Maybe there was something to it, when guys that at random times have to run down and catch people, are just as happy to pass on the duty...
I do know that the just 8 year old will make a great fisherman when he grows up. He heard we were getting ready to go, and picked up a stringer in the lake with about 7 fish, and would show it to all concerned with a lusty,
They scrambled out of the bus, and were more or less lined up for us to take out. We were handed one or two kids, and were to put life jackets on. I should have figured what the day was going to be like when the little guy (he said he was JUST 8 years old) zipped right past me, ran down to the lake, and then couldn't understand why he wasn't fishing. I managed to get him in a life jacket, grab a pole, and get him back to the lake.
Whereupon I had to remind him to watch out for people casting, and not to walk in FRONT of people fishing. Dodging at least three casts myself, trying to keep up with him, we made it to a tiny dock, far from the others... And the fish, oh, there must have been at least a dozen or more. It was a nice shaded area, and the fish were just lazing about! I picked up the bait cup... And there were 2 eggs left. Where did they-? That's when I noticed the little guy was studiously taking each egg out and squishing it between his fingers.
Why are you mushing the eggs?
What's in 'em?
They are fishing eggs. It's just a... Could I have that egg before you squish it? We need it for bait.
I don't like fishing. I am hungry. Is there baby fish in a fish egg?
About that time one of the 'cooks' came by with cookies. He took three, pocketed at least two more, while I managed to finagle the egg onto the hook and get it in the water.
Where it fell off.
So much for my fishing prowess. (Sorry, Grandpa.) I grabbed the last egg, while the kid was still munching cookies, and baited, cast, explaining that no, there wasn't a baby fish in the egg, and told him he could fish now. He took the pole, looked at it, asked, what does this do? Then pushed all the levers and buttons, which made the line pay out, fast.
And, of course, that was the exact SECOND that a fish bit. He handed the pole back to me, and said, I don't want to fish. I grabbed the line, and tried to stop it. Not being familiar with the pole, I was trying to lift the bail (which stops the line), with what I thought was the right button. Turns out, that was a protruding gear, which did nothing but put a tiny bit of grease on my fingertip. I managed to get the right lever, and stop the payout. Reeling back in, I don't know what I caught the line on, but it broke. The kid is watching this, eating yet another cookie. I am NOT going to lose that fish, and grabbed the line. And the darn fish managed to loose itself.
Can I go catch salamanders?
I look at the disheveled wad of line, in a hairball that would impress a large cat, and sighed.
Sure. Let's go get a cup.
Another child gave him a salamander, which was promptly named Nickolaus, and he proceeded to introduce him as Nickolaus the Sea Urchin.
Hon, it's a salamander. Sea Urchins are spiny, and I think, purple colored.
(To the officer busy reeling in a fish) Hi! See my sea urchin? I call him Nickolaus!
(Yeaaah... Got that one through, all right...)
Several shades of wet shoes (his), and ducking interesting casts (me) later, he went over to a smaller boy, and showed him his "sea urchin". The officer looked up, and said, are you going to be with your brother?
Sure! Can I catch salamanders, too?
!!?!
I couldn't blame the officer, he had his hands full with three kids under ten, and I had just one, (now two), that weren't. I proceeded to chase a just eight year old, and his four year old brother allll over the place.
The boys discovered:
When you are in the bathroom, yelling WHOOO-HOOOO makes an echo. Repeating it makes the walls ring. I had to remind them that we only had one bathroom, hurry (WHHOOOOO!) up.
Salamanders that are grey don't move much, but are really easy to catch. (I had to explain that it was also, very, VERY dead...)
Maple bars and Mountain Dew makes your butt sticky when you wipe your pants, and then you get this really cool camo look from the dirt when you sit down. (I am so sure the bus driver loved this observation, let alone foster Mom.)
Even though everyone wore a badge of some sort, we weren't all allowed to sit on the motorcycles. They were surprised to find this out, even more so when I told them that they weren't allowed either, unless they knew which officer to talk to. (Fortune would have it, some one came up with more salamanders, and they lost interest in the bikes.)
If you run up real fast and say please, you can get lots of cookies, maple bars, and at least two sodas before the gal trying to keep tabs on you can say no.
My discoveries:
If I have these kids for any events again, I will absolutely have NO need to exercise, because I will certainly get my fast walking in...
I need to ask about the pole we used, and try it a few times BEFORE going fishing next year, so I am not learning, while doing. On the job training with kids isn't the best learning period when doing this activity.
I thought boys became walking stomachs at the teenage years. This young boy was proof positive that endless gut must start early.
"BUTTERFLY!" is a good way to stop two little boys long enough to catch up to them, (they were fascinated with the Monarchs by the lake), when used in moderation.
Giving an explanation of why you have to wash your hands after handling salamanders, stringer lines, at least one deputy's pant leg and shoe, and a large rock, just isn't worth it. Just let them know they wash, or don't eat. Explaining why they have to get out of the bathroom, between WHOOO-HOOO's, doesn't accomplish a lot more, but does mean I will use the word "Potty" more times than I think I have in the last several months, including talking to my dog, who was trained to the word!
So, that was the great 2 1/2 minute fishing extravaganza... I had fun, I think the boys did, too. I was sort of surprised at how much the DHS gal kept fretting that they were so hyper.
I guess I figured: little boys + outside + mondo sugar= running around having fun.
They kept coming up with hyper. I told them not to worry so much. Most of the officers and deputies looked highly relieved that I was with these little guys. Maybe there was something to it, when guys that at random times have to run down and catch people, are just as happy to pass on the duty...
I do know that the just 8 year old will make a great fisherman when he grows up. He heard we were getting ready to go, and picked up a stringer in the lake with about 7 fish, and would show it to all concerned with a lusty,
"I caught all these fish!"
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
This is a test. Sigh... Fishy biz.
See the picture of the fish?
That means, I suspect, the trouble I am having getting things to work, is in my computer. I will check on Husband's computer, later, but I figured this would give me the "for sure" check, that it wasn't Blogger's fault (this time), because now, on top of not being able to write on all of your comments, not being able to respond to MY comments, now... I can't download pictures. At least not on my computer. I can UPload them, they just won't go on the blog! I tried this at the computer at the substation, all is well.
Snif...
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
So, I will check on Husband's computer later. If it is the case that my computer
So, I will regale you with non-picturfied stories of Ambassador's doings. Now that I have actually BEEN an Ambassador... Ironically, both were my 'fishing' trips, and I did get to fish.
About 2 1/2 minutes...
The first event I didn't do any fishing, and didn't really think I was going to. We had a game for the kids during the state's "free fishing day", where you can fish without a license.
There were lots of kids, and they had some NEAT displays and interactive things for them, (which I would love to show you pictures of, maybe later... sniffle...), they had a 50 some odd foot fiberglass fish the kids (and adults, if so inclined) could climb in, with the life cycle of salmon painted on the inside. Outside it was a mondo huge salmon, on a trailer. Others included how to tie knots for fishing, which I should really learn.
There is a limit to how many times you can substitute an overhand knot for all the others...
A fishing game for little ones, where they had a fish pole with a magnet "hook" on it, and they caught wooden 'fish' that had a bolt on the top. This led to some figuring out you could catch more than one if you swung the pole around just right. One or two of the older ones were coming up with stringers in one catch!
The Fish and Wildlife people had a question and answer session and showed off a self-inflating life jacket, sort of like this one. I referred to it as a "Mae West", (which comes from her... er... notable attributes...), and the Fish and Wildlife guy was impressed. He said I was the first one he'd heard call it that that was under 60. I suspect that females might be a tad less likely to call it that, as well, but I don't know.
But they inflated the things about 3 or 4 times. I thought it was fun, and wondered why they didn't do it several times, as it got a big crowd, and they were able to give out a lot of information. He told me the canisters were about 80$ to replace, and the only reason they could do it at events like this, they saved 'expired' canisters, because they couldn't be safely used (I guess there's a chance they won't work after a certain period), and they need to dispose of them. They just chose a flashy method of disposal, is all!
One neat thing from the Fish and Wildlife guy... I had found a feather while walking on the place, have it on my hat, and he asked me if I knew what it was from. I told him that no, I joked that it was an Aardvark feather, because I had been asked so many times. He told me it was a flight feather from a great horned owl.
He then asked if I had taken it from roadkill. I was rather shocked by this, and said, nooo, it was from my property. He then explained, owls are symbols of wisdom, but they are really kind of stupid. The great horned owl is prone to chase small vermin, especially when they are in good light. That is, sadly, when said vermin is running in front of a vehicle's lights. The vermin gets by, but the owl... Usually doesn't. And then folks take the feathers.
Oh.
Urk.
Please let me be clear, all of the feathers I have had on my hat have been found on my place, from when I have been walking. Just so you know...
Our thing was for younger kids, we asked safety questions, and then they could toss a ring into a bucket for a prize, being a Junior Deputy star sticker, a pen or pencil, balloon, or mints. The kids seemed to enjoy it, and we found out that some kids in this area have a dang fine pitching arm! I think my favorite question of the whole day, though...
Little girl, 3 years, according to her fingers, and we asked a safety question.
"Do you listen to your Mommy and Daddy?"
Beautiful, big green eyes, and she very seriously responds, "No..."
Dad pipes up, "Dam*, Truth hurts!", while nearly busting a seam laughing. She also tossed pretty well! We all had a good laugh with it, and she seemed to gather she was not in trouble, so it worked out...
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I will put up the great 2 and 1/2 minute fishing adventure tomorrow.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Short. Just... Short.
Husband's birthday today, check.
Christmas shopping. Check.
Presents wrapped. Ahem. (I know where the wrapping paper is, does that count?)
All presents finished. AHEM. (But knitting frantically, and have bought ink, will be done with any luck tomorrow... GOOD luck, I mean...)
Weigh in, 2.6 pound loss.HOT DAYAM!!! WOO HOO!!! , uh, check...
Saw a bald eagle flying overhead today, saw baby lambs, children playing hopscotch while chanting Sant- Ah- Claus, while hopping, and made some folks happy today, including one bloke that looked like a reject from the Hell's Angels, he thought my hat was terrific. I thanked him.
Somehow, responding that I thought his bull nose ring was cool... Wasn't said.
I couldn't figure out how to make it sound right...
But, ya know, happy is happy!
Hope your day is!
(Yesterday, I mentioned, as a JOKE, chocolate, labelled health food? I was in a local vitamin store, and they had a bag of dark chocolate, and it was labeled for Heart Health. NOT JOKING! Wish I'd had my camera. So, dig in, folks, Santa said so!!!) ;)
Christmas shopping. Check.
Presents wrapped. Ahem. (I know where the wrapping paper is, does that count?)
All presents finished. AHEM. (But knitting frantically, and have bought ink, will be done with any luck tomorrow... GOOD luck, I mean...)
Weigh in, 2.6 pound loss.
Saw a bald eagle flying overhead today, saw baby lambs, children playing hopscotch while chanting Sant- Ah- Claus, while hopping, and made some folks happy today, including one bloke that looked like a reject from the Hell's Angels, he thought my hat was terrific. I thanked him.
Somehow, responding that I thought his bull nose ring was cool... Wasn't said.
I couldn't figure out how to make it sound right...
But, ya know, happy is happy!
Hope your day is!
(Yesterday, I mentioned, as a JOKE, chocolate, labelled health food? I was in a local vitamin store, and they had a bag of dark chocolate, and it was labeled for Heart Health. NOT JOKING! Wish I'd had my camera. So, dig in, folks, Santa said so!!!) ;)
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