Ha-ha-ha! Wanna give God a giggle? Make some plans!
I really wanted to have a good half of my posts centered on Naval Air. It was a big part of my life and I've got a metrick butt-ton (MBT) of sea stories*, some of which are even true, more or less.
For example, "This is no $#!+. I was, 'working' the roof on Midway (CV-41) BITD, and I found myself, no $#!+, strapping my mom into a jet."
|Peg "Fishstick" Evertson in the mighty War Buckeye, ready to taxi to the cat on USS Midway, circa 2012.|
I'll flesh that one out in the near (more of less) future. As Juvat noted in his post, the BOLD FACE for bleed air is rather sparse. Basically GTFO.**
Spoiler alert! I'm still here.
But I digress. Spring and fencing.
I kicked the yearlings over to spring grass yesterday. These are calves born last spring, which I've kept over the winter rather than sell. The plan is to put some "free" pounds on them by grazing over the summer, then sell them in the fall for a huge profit. Will that scheme work? I'll get back to ya in the fall.
|Young cattle are a joy, but they come with an attitude. This one's always sticking his tongue out at me. Click to embiggen and get the full juvenile effect.|
|There's always one...|
|Picked the wrong place to run off the road. LOOK AT MY FENCE!!!|
|All better. Don't get me started on NDOR and insurance companies.|
And the fixin' takes time. Which I've been managing poorly, at least as far as the blog is concerned. I do get a few pictures, though, so it's not all a loss. And I'm working on the time management thing.
Random pics from yesterday.
|Sigh squared. Thank goodness for recyclers.|
|Oh that's a pretty spring picture! Better in person.|
|Kimball, 1 Mile. Dump your firetrucking cans there, please.|
*A fairy tale begins "once upon a time," but a sea story begins "this is no $#!+."
** Get The Firetruck Out. Can be taken two ways, and often is.