Beau August 27th, 2010
Where has the time gone this week!? Between back to school and priorities at home, I have not written a single word… I think it’s time to start a few of those “wordless” photograph days :)
It has been a beautiful, dry week with cooler temperatures. To provide a little emphasis to his “back to school” week, the boy was stung by a wasp last Monday. Yeeouch! It was a doozy… and after a couple of days of itchy red swelling, his foot is nearly back to normal but very bruised and purple-red looking. Wasp stings can be very unpleasant, moreso than a bee sting. When I am stung it’s usually just a little red and itchy and some swelling for a day or so.
But wasp stings last longer and seem to bruise more. I’m trying never to take the bees for granted either… I found myself running out in a t-shirt and shorts “just to check” on the hives a time or two this year. Big mistake… although I was never stung severely, the bees let me know that a good veil, protective suit and a smoker can really help keep things under control. Sometimes however, the bees go crazy for no apparent reason… I’m glad Warren is okay, and hopefully I will never have that experience!
Speaking of going crazy, I let the chickens have the run of the garden this afternoon and they were simply nuts! They ran everywhere chomping veggies and weeds, chasing bugs and diggling little holes to wiggle into and squirm all around. I never knew chickens liked to lay on their backs! This one was too funny… a red hybrid upside down next to a Barred Rock.
After a while she leaped up like she had forgotten herself and shook all her feathers. We can’t complain about their oddities… they’re laying about 6 eggs per day now, either in or near the nest boxes.
Of course the boy had to go around petting and picking them up. He managed to pick up none other than Captain Jack all dressed in black. Jack is five months old now. Funny, the kiddo has that pirate wink thing going on because of the sunlight.
The good ‘ole Captain runs the show around here… even the New Hampshire Red rooster takes second fiddle to the Captain. I’ll have to get a good picture of him, but when he puffs out all his feathers he puts on quite a sight! He’s got quite the crowing call as well. He put up with the boy’s attentions and I fed him a little scratch while he held him. Jack ate the scratch grudgingly, pecking my hand with a little extra fervor.
Saw this critter cruising along the shoreline of the pond the other day. I’ve only seen the non-poisonous variety of snakes around here, but it’s enough to give you pause if you were thinking about swimming!
I also took a day this week to drive down to Arkansas and attend a memorial for the father of a family friend. His son is a good friend of my brother who is serving in Afghanistan right now, and the gentleman was a navy veteran. So it was a privilege to put on the uniform and attend, and especially to meet his family and friends. They hail from south of a small town, back in the rugged Ozark mountains.
It was a beautiful afternoon. There was a small military contingent presenting a flag, and a bugle player. Driving home late that night promoted much reflection, and as events of that nature tend to do, put many things in perspective. This good man’s sons and grandsons helped to bury his remains, completing a circle that we often don’t consider until later in our own lives.
I’ll write a bit more later… summer is quickly winding down and the garden is a mess. I should think about planting some peas or something, but my jar of garden motivation seems to be missing right now :) I hope you have a great weekend.