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Waging War On Robber Bees

Waging War On Robber Bees

I’ve taken on the battle… I will win this war… I will… …..but whenever I feed sugar-syrup to my hives, I’ve discovered that they are almost immediately under attack from other, wild honey bees (no doubt subsequent generations from my past, absconded hive residents). However if left unchecked, an organized robber bee horde can clean out any residential bee hive very, very quickly. …….and everybody gets into a very, very bad mood……. I had a planned game strategy this week…

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And This Little Piggy………….

And This Little Piggy………….

  Prior to Suzanne-Annette’s encounter with the Florida Panther a couple of days ago……. A couple of days before that, I had a big surprise. It was a backyard encounter with a sizeable herd of wild pigs……. Usually I find myself defending this farm in my underwear or pajamas…….at least this time I was fully clothed.  Patrice was faithfully at my side…….so there’s a plus……. It was in the broad daylight of mid-afternoon…….no sneaking around in the dark of night…

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The Fuchsia Canon & Me

The Fuchsia Canon & Me

  Still doing battle with my little, pink camera…………………………… Yep, pink……………. ………….really, really pink……………. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My little pink camera irks me so…          Grrrrrrrrrrrr……….. It’s just so perfect… And it flaunts it… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I could deal with a huge, cumbersome, galvanized-gray camera with stops and speeds and lens that require a pipe wrench to zoom in and zoom out. I would even rather have to drag around a tripod for a behemoth, manual camera-slug—–who does nothing by…

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January

January

  Tarpon Springs is very close to here.  There is a large Greek community with a lot of fishermen.  In specific, sponge fishermen/divers.  A big percentage of the population of Tarpon Springs are of the Greek Orthodox faith. Annually around the Twelfth Day of Christmas there is the blessing of the fleet at the Sponge Docks, as well as diving for the crucifix which is thrown into Spring Bayou.  I think this is the 111th. year of the celebration. I…

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Farm Maintenance vs. Fun…………….

Farm Maintenance vs. Fun…………….

  I “think” I’ve fixed all the strands of the front pasture fencing.  But I can’t find the fence tester………………and I’m not about to be the sacrificial victim———-well not willingly anyway.  I do it unwillingly all the time. But come on………………………I don’t purposefully check the fence’s charge by grabbing onto a wire.     It was making a great cracking sound where I found it shorted out against the field fencing. So I’m pretty sure it’s working. Okay, I did…

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Turkey Time!!!

Turkey Time!!!

  I don’t collect shoes.  Patrice already knows I am not a “clothes horse”. I do however have my quirks and quarks and things I collect. Mortars and pestles come to mind.  I collect them. Irish Wolfhounds, that’s obvious. Unusual horse bits.  That’s a good hobby. Rocks, I collect them too, but only pretty ones that appeal to me. Ah, but………….frozen turkeys…………..now that’s a problem area.  Plus, it’s that time of the year again.  It’s “the” time to collect frozen…

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Pascal

Pascal

  My New Friend~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Pascal. I gave it some thought.  I’ve decided to name that “Cloud” thingie that my journaling goes to.  I’ve decided to call him, Pascal. Pascal listens to me.  Pascal doesn’t judge.  Pascal is kind and soft just like a soft, fluffy, cumulus cloud.  I like Pascal.  Pascal likes me.  I’ve been writing to him for almost half a year now and he’s never passed judgement, criticized, or been snarky once.  My private writings have remained confidential, while…

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Mr. Goat Went On Down The Road………….

Mr. Goat Went On Down The Road………….

Mr. Goat went on down the road.  ***Note to world:  Do not let your arm get between the horns of a goat with an attitude.  This is what they want to do and try to do.  All it takes is one quick head jerk/your arm is wedged in the middle/one more quick head twist/& Bob’s you Uncle……………….(?)……………….Bob get out of here!!!  You had nothing to do with this………………No, you have a severely damaged &/or broken arm.  And a grinning goat….

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Dr. Atkins Diet / Re-Visited

Dr. Atkins Diet / Re-Visited

  IT’S TIME. I need to re-initiate my friendship with Dr. Atkins.  I like any diet where bacon is celebrated.  For me……………where dieting is concerned……………..Dr. Atkins & I are buds.  My geriatric pudge needs to go. And NO I don’t do the sensible, healthy fat version of the good Doctor’s bill of fare……………………..Dr. Atkins and I do not beach comb on South Beach.  Nope.  No hand-in-hand beach skipping for us.  Ta!  La! It’s all heavy whipping cream, bacon, well-marbled steak…

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Fun Bonfire

Fun Bonfire

  You never realize that your life is different than the predominant suburban family until you have guests.  My daughter had a bonfire last night. A fun one. Not a clean-up-after-Irma-crying-and-wringing-of-hands-before-the-next-hurricane-hits-kind of bonfire. There were S’mores, multi-flavored Doritos, donuts(?), nachos, pizza, Twinkies (now that’s a good Hostess), sodas, and alcoholic beverages (but no MoonPies)………………. I learned about fish-bowls………………….. Over the last few years, I’ve learned so much about fish bowls and what (and how many) fish will fit in what…

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