Pretty Ribbons!

 Pretty Ribbons!

 

Went out and tied up some more silver ribbons to wiggle in the wind. Not sure it has done much good so far, but at least an entire flock of doves have not descended on the feed bins this morning. Have netting on the way from Amazon to put over the door of the coop. The hens will figure it out quickly, but maybe it will keep the wild birds out. Meanwhile it appears that Christmas came early out in the back yard.

 

Not sure if the Rider—Old High football game is tonight or tomorrow night, but this IS the weekend for the Hotter ‘N’ Hell Hundred bike race. Just praying that no one gets hurt or that no one dies in this heat. Right this red-hot minute, it is 107 on top of my house according to the weather station that Clint and Sandy Robertson gave me. Really like that gizmo! The wind speed is the part that tickles me. Sometimes the gusts are just unreal out here on this hill.

 

Have some macaroni on cooking that will make several meals around here this weekend. Really like cooking up a batch of something that CAN be frozen if the mood strikes me. We will see how this turns out. Putting in various things—black olives and some kind of sauce that comes in a jar—usually tends to be fairly edible for more than once. (Needed salt and pepper, but otherwise yum!)

 

My poor chickens and even my dogs are miserable in this heat. Not like the hens and pullets can come inside out of the heat. They walk around with their beaks open and their wings out to their sides trying to cool off—the chickens, not the dogs. The dogs just lie down on the floor and pant. The old woman got the groceries unloaded and got in the shower to cool off. The danged water was as hot as anything (out of the cold faucet), but at least it was wet.

 

Looked online to try to find out when we would be able to get our vehicle inspections done. Apparently, the computers went down on the 23^rd of August. My truck won’t need to be done until the end of September, so there’s that. If they can’t get things to work before it goes out, not my fault! Supposedly we will stop having inspections in 2025 anyway. Might just be a bit sooner, hmm.

 

Sitting here looking at a picture taken in Scotland back in 2014 near Castle Kilchurn. That was a cold day in our trip, but absolutely would love to do it again! March is lambing season in Scotland. Well, here, too. Seeing the sheep marked with colors in Scotland reminds me that they don’t fence off places there like we do here in Texas. They have fences, but not like ours. Imagine trying to keep sheep inside pastures in Texas with just a stone fence! How they do it in Scotland is beyond me. Wonder if those folks have to contend with coyotes. [Not according to wiki]

 

Let’s pray for rain for those of us suffering from heat and drought. May God bless those who are being harmed by wildfires, floods, and hurricanes. May our health be improved and our minds put at peace.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.