The other day I was up in the milk house cleaning up and George comes in from the barn. He told me that he heard this guy talking about evolution and how we all evolved from squirrels and he (George) believed him, for he is living proof! What a squirrel! The resemblance is definitely the blue duster tail! :)
Back in March, we bought 2 "composters" who have been thoroughly enjoying food scraps from our home as well as scraps from my mom and sister. This Spring, Dave and boys had turned our chicken trailer in a pig hut. This "hut" was originally up on a flat bed wagon, enclosed in wire with nesting boxes and ramps for the chickens to find their way down to pasture. We had gotten rid of the chickens and needed something to "graze" the pigs in, so the hut was renovated. We put the piglets-turning-into-hogs back in a field of turnips and every day they get pulled ahead onto fresh turnip greens. The end of their lives is fast approaching and we will reap the benefits of pastured pork. Hungry yet? Can't you just taste that fresh sausage?
The dump truck......oh, the wonderful, terrible dump truck......
We do not raise our own silage, but depend on neighboring farmers to supply it for us. This year, it is cheaper for us to run and pick some up every other day and since we have a dump truck, we did not think it would be that big of a deal. Well, I guess the dump truck did, so it decided to be rebellious. It didn't run right, so Ben replaced air hoses, spark plugs, etc.. Ran for a short time and then stopped starting all together. After a week of fragmented time trying to find whatever was wrong with it, talking to several different mechanics, installing new battery, new ignition - it still did not start. A friend of ours came to the rescue and finally discovered that a battery terminal was corroded! Really!! So, it worked for a blissful short time. Then it stopped shifting correctly. Must be the clutch. Well, to get at the clutch the transmission must be moved. The men worked at it for days and could not get the transmission to move. Gordon, who does this kind of work all the time, came to help yesterday - all day! After "all day" they finally got new clutch in - dump truck still does not work! No one knows what is wrong with it. We thought this morning, that since the men are spending so much time with this truck, maybe it should have a name, but all the names we could think of for it were not very nice ones, so we dropped that idea. Wonder if the threat of "junkyard" would scare it into working? But, we can't afford to send it there, we need it too much and we need it tomorrow! Last year, we had a pray-over baler. Wouldn't start unless we prayed over it. This year we have a dump truck that even prayer isn't helping! Dave could use a break. Anyone know of a nice island where we could take a really long vacation, maybe even move to? Oh, it must be rent free, though, for Mr. Dumpy has sucked all the money out of our pockets. No, wait, there was no money in our pockets. Let's see.....Mr. Dumpy has sucked too much of our time, energy and sanity and we now have to pay for a shrink! There, that is why it must be rent free! :)
By the way, here is a picture of Mr. Dumpy, who I guess I did name after all! Wondering why it doesn't want to work? He thinks he belongs in a antique vehicle museum! :)
Until next time (maybe from that island!). . . . . . . . . . . . .