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Chores and a senior body

After two days of fence building, fence moving, laying cardboard and spoiled hay, digging weed amaranth with its deep tap root, weeding and mulching the blueberries, and trying to break up the hard section of the garden where this aging gardener foolishly drove the tractor when the ground was wet; today this body is groaning.  It was going to be a day off, but . . .  Granddaughter had the opportunity to go to preschool on her usual day off since the school will be closed Thursday, Friday, and Monday, and Jim had an appointment that I wanted to go to with him, we took her to preschool.  The appointment which should have been quick, took hours of mostly waiting around, dealing with a trainee, and finally with the professional who was very difficult to understand through her accent.  We left with just enough time to go to the post office and back to pick up granddaughter from school.

Once home, a decision was made to do what I thought was to be a fairly low energy job of collecting rocks that have bloomed to the surface during the winter and to pry out some that have protruded enough above the surface of the yard and fields that the brush hog scrapes the top of them.  This dulls the mowing blades and makes a horrible noise.   The first one to be tackled was one of the ones that just stuck up a bit too far and looked to be an easy job.  The pry bar easily went under the edge of the rock and with my weight on the bar the rock moved, but didn’t come out.  After digging under the lead edge, the tractor bucket was employed to lift it out.  Well, instead, it lifted the front wheels of the tractor off the ground.  I am a persistent old cuss and once I start something, I want it done, so more digging to get to another angle under the rock.  It finally popped up on end.

Big Rock1It seems this rock is a misplaced monolith from Stonehenge that was buried at about a 30º angle and the tractor was fighting against this.  It straightened out in the hole, but then protruded about 14 inches instead of 6.  More pushing, some digging, and the monolith finally came out of the hole.

Big Rock 2Note the bucket on the tractor is 5 feet wide.  With Jim’s help driving the tractor and me guiding , we finally managed to get it in the bucket and I think it might have been right on the weight limit edge for the hydraulics of tractor.  The monster was dropped off the cliff edge down into a rock fall in the sink hole.  Needless to say, no more rocks were tackled this afternoon, other to sit on the rocks that had been piled near the edge from moving the rock pile in the yard a few weeks ago and with Jim’s efforts too, we tossed that pile over the edge also.

Little birds

On a fun note, these little guys are some of the tiny birds that visit the feeder each day.  There is an assortment of Tufted Titmice, sparrows, wrens, finches, and Juncos that visit.  I haven’t seen but a couple of chickadees, my favorite of the little birds.  Some of the birds fly to the feeder, some sit on the deck surface and catch what gets tossed down. Such fun to watch them and they no longer fly away as soon as they spot someone in the window or door watching them.

 

 

2 thoughts on “Chores and a senior body”

    1. I resisted for 10 years due to the bears and barn cats, but this feeder is hung high and safe. I do enjoy watching them.

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