Friday, September 13, 2019
The glorious 13th
Well, it's Friday the 13th. Earlier today I wrote a check numbered 4666. Am I scared? I'll let you know tomorrow. No sense in taking on unnecessary risk. That said, cute kid video, no?
Back in the spring a flock of fuzzy baby chicks -- and one fuzzy baby duck -- showed up at the ranch. The backstory on that is mildly amusing and I'll try to share it in the reasonably near future. Butt I digress.
They seem to like pigweed.
Perhaps surprisingly, they make eggs.
Believe it or not, when I gathered those eggs this morning I missed the last brown one in the nesting box. Didn't see it. I claim old eyes. When I saw it on the video I went back and collected it. What a great tool video is!
I guess Red is going to make sure I'm checking cattle correctly from now on. When I open the gate to go check, she jumps in the pickup.
Sunflowers are interesting. Trust me. Most of the things we call "field sunflowers" really aren't sunflowers, but we tend to lump all the tallish plants with big-petaled yellow flowers sunflowers. Like this one.
But here's an actual sunflower.
See the difference?
Nature is just a little on the cool side.
Fun to have the Harvest Moon on Friday the 13th.
Another great day in the books. Hurting quite a bit from time to time, but that's life, and nature gives me a wonderland to visit. Things are far from bad.