When Little Henny found out…

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For a time we had problems with R*ts and M*ce in the Chicken Chalet… so… we had to put out big, heavy duty, sticky Rat Traps.  We were careful, we were diligent, we put them in the place where only the Rats and and Mice went (or so we thought).  This was the large, heavy, wooden cover we built for the *well pump, that comes up through the floor of the Well House, which is now the “Chicken Chalet”.

BUT  Little Black Hen managed to get back there to start nesting…

There were only two ways to get that trap off.  We chose the kinder of the two, and used the scissors.  However, she sure did look a mess for awhile!  I don’t believe she’s been back there since.  😉

*NOTE:  We have never used the well pump for anything other than irrigation of the shrubs and trees.  This is because the first time I ever turned on the pump the water was full of rodent fur.   🤢!!!

IMPORTANT NOTE!:  Bob is holding Little Henny by her legs and feet and not by her tail feathers.  🥰

It’s been awhile…

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This past year (April to April) has found me away from the keyboard and for the most part bummed about it.  So  much has happened, mostly good, but some really incapacitating and frustrating.

In April of 2024 I went to see a “Deer” friend and I really wanted to share all the fun I had with her on her ranch.  But when I got back home I had hand surgery scheduled for my right hand to fix some arthritis issues in my thumb and to release the trigger finger of the same hand.  The thumb issue went well!  The trigger finger got stiff, would not straighten out, and left me unable to type unless using two fingers and the Columbus Method.

A second surgery was finally scheduled to release and remove the scar tissue.  This left me with a cut that most looked like Zorro had been there!  The cut was a big Z that started a vertical path in my mid palm, went up to the fold and across, then zigged back and up, ending just at the fold of my middle finger where it meets the palm.  This total process took a whole year to complete and heal from.

GREAT, I thought!  I’m finally able to type with some stiffness, but basically able to hit the right keys with that still somewhat stiff middle finger…

Meanwhile, we have been working almost non stop this spring to finally get our garden planned, cleaned, fenced, gates installed, and my seedlings into the ground…

AND THEN I TRIPPED AND FELL IN THE GARDEN.

The resulting fall had me on the ground and screaming in agony. And, yes, I did say something of the sort:

@$#%&%%$##*()(*&^$#@#!!!  

You didn’t want to be there.  I couldn’t even get up, but thankfully Bob was right there to help me.  I had sprained my left ankle, landed on and bruised both knees, and fractured my right wrist.  Bob tried to lift me, but everything hurt so much that I couldn’t assist in my own lifting.

He finally put my walking staff into one of the square steel channels that makes the corner frame supports for our compost bin.  I grabbed the staff with my good left hand, and he sat on the ground and literally pushed my backside up into the air while I pulled.  It took several tries but eventually I was up and onto my feet.

That was about six weeks ago.  All the muscles and tendons are still stiff and sore through my whole hand, as well as into and past the wrist. But, good news, I am allowed to garden so long as I wear my splint while working!

I’m back, and I will be telling you of my trip to see my “Deer” friend soon!

 

 

PS:  If you find any typos or misspellings, well, that hand is getting better day by day…

 

One Shots: Last Summer

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I SAW AN INDIAN IN THE HOSPITAL PARKING LOT

Not vintage, but a real beauty.

oOo

My father-in-law rode an original Indian in 1937.

 This was his helmet.

NOTES:

  1.  My photos are clickable for a better view.
  2. You can see a few of the original Indian Motorcycles by clicking HERE.  You will have to scroll down a tiny bit as this is the Indian Motorcycle website.