Good morning readers. Thanks for coming by for a read this morning. I appreciate you.
We’ve been blessed with some moisture the past couple of days and the ground’s soft enough I might be obliged to cancel my trip to Kerrville for groceries and cat food. Not at all sure that car will make it up the hill until things dry enough to give the tires some purchase.
When I went out to turn the chickens loose this morning I found I’d offended a skunk who’d been trying to take advantage of things by digging under the wall of the chicken-house several places. Because it happens occasionally, and a skunk, or coon will kill every chicken it can corner, I’d laid out chains along the bottoms of the walls with treble-hooks attached. Evidently this was a new skunk, or [if an old one] it had forgotten the last time it tried this.
Underneath that wall is limestone, most places, but there are a few places were a determined predator could get underneath if it got past the treble-hooks. This one didn’t. Left a tuft of hair, a bit of paw-hide and a stink enough to have the chickens overly anxious to get the hell out of Dodge in a hurry.
Maybe some things are worse than having your life saved.
Incidently, all that erosion control stuff I was doing for a while’s performing a lot better than I expected. Lots of that cedar’s now buried in silt. This place must have been losing tons of soil every time it rained for longer than anyone alive has any business remembering.
Damned cattle were eating their seed corn without a thought. Same as the rest of us.
Old Jules
So Far From Heaven 