The wood chipper got a much needed cleaning and service and two young guys put it in the pickup but did not come home with me to unload. It’s a heavy mother so rolling down my ramps would be iffy. Instead I used the electric winch to lower it to the ground. If you look close you can see the Gator-Jaw soft shackle holding a lot of weight.
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Chipmunk
There is nothing Riley loves more than chasing one of our chipmunks. I finally saw two at the same time, confirming there’s more than one.
Squirrel proof? TBD
“Squirrel proof” simply means the squirrels haven’t figured out how to beat the bird feeder. (Henry prefers the term “squirrel resistant”) Yet. Like Bigfoot and the Loch Ness Monster, the squirrel proof bird feeder is a myth. I’d love to be proven wrong. Watch this space.
Wildlife: Murphy the Black Snake
One of our resident Black Snakes has been sniffing around the garage door and we keep chasing it away. Don’t want to open the car door and find this guy curled up in the driver’s seat.
New septic tank
After 35 years our septic tank developed a leak. (In my book, there’s no such thing as a small septic tank leak. Any odor is unacceptable.) Two years ago we had our tank pumped and an aerator installed. We’d had a little odor and hoped that would fix the problem.
It did until a few months ago when the smell returned. The company we used found a leak in our aging concrete tank and tried to patch it. Worked for a while …then it didn’t. Today we had a new tank installed.
Living “in the country” means a big old propane tank, a very expensive water well, and a septic system. There’s no where I’d rather be.
Spring 4.10.23
Autumn 2022
Books and a place to read them
Perfect October Day
Surounded by trees, we don’t get spectacular sunrises and sunsets. We just don’t get much of a horizon. But we do have a tiny vista, looking down our road to the hills just on the other side of the Missouri River. It’s so quiet we can hear approaching vehicles — few and far between if you don’t count neighbors — from far down the hill.
When the sun does shine through the trees in the late afternoon, we get some flattering light. My friend John says this was taken using the Old Man filter. I am much happier than I look. Ditto for Riley.
Black-eyed Susans
