Red-winged Blackbirds Singing in the Cottonwood Trees
I love how they stopped by for a last little song
Singing a song for all of us
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
The corn is drying down nicely now. The stalks have lost most of their green, and the ears are hanging down.
Maybe sometime before Thanksgiving, we will be harvesting corn. It just depends.
The moisture content must be at the level that Foster Farms will accept. When we hit that—we are good to go!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Chapter Seven
Did you see that Blog Post about those silly pink cowboy hats!?!?!?
Stupid, if you ask me!
Just plain dumb.
Who wants to wear a cowboy hat? And a pink, sparkly hat on top of that!?
How could I even walk about in PINK! Or Sparkles? Or a HAT!!!
Mom is not very bright. I don’t care if I look cute and even more handsome.
There is not a single way I could sneak up on a squirrel nest, or pounce on grasshoppers/lizards/snakes with a HAT on! The idiot thing would fall right off and scare everyone, me included!
“I don’t understand, TLC”, Boo Berry looked at me with that dumb hat on, puzzlement in her eyes, “I feel rather dashing.”
Actually, more than dashing—I feel downright UPTOWN.
Why, if Mom would take me to town, I’m sure the whole wide world would LOVE seeing me in my hat and sunglasses.
Pink on pink on SPARKLE!!”
See, I told you—she is easily pleased, that dog.
Sigh!
I like the fact we are cleaning up some of the ‘piles’ we have around here. It’s a big sort.
What to save, what might be needed and just plain junk.
Once the pickup is full off we go
This is the crusher, compactor. Amazing HUGE machine
These guys helped us unload
This guy runs the crusher/compactor. He said he loves his job.
I think that is neat. Everyone should love what they do all day long!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda