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And Repticon Rolls Around Again………..

And Repticon Rolls Around Again………..

  Gee, wasn’t it just yesterday?   Gee Golly Gosh…………       It’s Repticon time…………….again… ………….so soon…? ………….weeeeeeeeeee………..!     I’m going with my nerd daughter………… wwwwhhhhooooppppeeeeeeee… Lizards, and tarantulas, and boas…………………     Oh, my…………………..       Just an observation here……………….you can’t brush their fur backwards like you can on a cat………………..   (I like aggravating my cats.) ………………would reptiles even notice if you tied a sock around their waist…………….?       Do they even have…

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Tractor Repair + Mowing = Snakes

Tractor Repair + Mowing = Snakes

    Just briefly, I’ll re-visit the frustrations of breaking/then learning about & then repairing shear bolts on tractor apparatuses (sp?)……………………sigh… So, I did all that. My axle-grease-stained cuticles attest to it. Then I hooked up the bush hog to the tractor.   Then I “carefully” used the clutch to engage the *&%#%$&##&%* hog-thing. (For professing to be so delicate, it sure does make a lot of thumping and clanking on its own!) And then I mowed… And I mowed……

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It’s Pyro-Technic-Time!!!

It’s Pyro-Technic-Time!!!

  It’s time for Florida’s three days of cold.  I have seven cords of wood. I’m ready. I spent a day with the front-end-loader picking up and stacking firewood.  I’ve knocked off carpenter ants, red ants, worms, chameleons that aren’t chameleons (but I can’t remember what they are actually called).  I wore gloves and boots and the weather was cool-ish, so the likely-hood of highly interactive, poisonous snakes was on the low side.  But I kept my one-good-eye peeled for…

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Mother Nature/Respect is Required

Mother Nature/Respect is Required

Well we made it through June.  We’re in July.  We can do it.  We can.  We can do it.  It’s an often-repeated Florida-resident’s summer chant & mantra.  We are at the stage where condensation starts to form on the inside of the glass windows in the house, and the air-conditioners are straining and molding.  This evening, just before sunset, I looked out the back window.  The setting sun made the trees an illuminated, florescent green, but behind them the sky…

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Stalag Coop—–#3

Stalag Coop—–#3

So what do you do? You drop back and punt. How to make a nude-sunbathing porch now a re-purposed chicken coop into a safe, raccoon-free, opossum-free chicken sanctuary? We had the answer and it was just a matter of some adjunct wiring from the horse’s electric pasture fencing. We have a whopper of a fence charger. Really packs a punch………don’t I know (I get regular, unscheduled chiropractic adjustments from it). So with a little addition of some insulators and some…

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Stalag Coop——Part #2

Stalag Coop——Part #2

So over the years we have had to recycle chicken names. We have had so many Rooster Cogburns and Henny Pennys and Henriettas and Pluckys and Cluckys. But sunning snakes in the front yard? Not a one. I have seen the hens running with small snakes in their beaks like they just snagged the best Blue Light Special at Kmart. I don’t ask questions. But with our flock comes the nighttime and not-so-nighttime critters looking for a chicken buffet handout….

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Stalag Coop——-Part #1

Stalag Coop——-Part #1

This whole blogging thing is fun. But after writing about whatever happened to Colonel Sanders, I thought I’d best explain about our necessary poultry husbandry & maintenance. Well, we live in a highly predaceous area. Things do go “bump in the night” here……..regularly. We originally got chickens for two reasons, and the first one wasn’t for egg production, although that is truly appreciated. (We have all been ruined now and don’t like the insipid pastel yellow yolks of the store-bought…

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