Not me! But I got to find out yesterday afternoon. Now, “like” might be a bit of a stretch. Tolerate is probably a better term. Lucky for us, it was Cow Lick that got to ride in the Malibu, now forever more known as “The Ranch Car”. So you might be wondering, just exactly why this particular emu was riding in our car today. That…, is a very good question! And yes, there’s a story…
You might have heard that Texas has had a wee bit of rain this spring. Nothing serious, death, destruction, bridges washed out, that kind of thing. Practically just drizzle. When we moved here to the ranch, the outgoing owner said the bottom corner where our historic well is used to get some serious water flow until they built some houses next to us. I can only conclude that it never seriously rained here after they built those so he never saw any further spontaneous river formation at that end of the property. After a 6 inch drenching a few days ago, it appears that the rivers do still flow! Funny thing about flood waters. They tend to go and pick up all kinds of stuff that was just laying around and move it with a great deal of force. Stuff like trees for instance!
Our property used to be lined with 100% vertical fencing. On the South East corner, we now have several yards of horizontal fencing. Not only is it laying down, it is also covered with a nice carpet of flood debris. It’s almost like a magic gate opened up down there. One that beckons animals of all types and says, “Come through me!” We are sooo, sooo blessed that apparently only one emu heard that beckoning. And it was our nicest, most cooperative emu to boot. He needed to roam. Feel the wind in his feathers. All that kind of stuff.
So I’m at work when I get an email showing the downed fence and shortly after a call explaining a note left on our gate said the emu was next to the neighbors house. Turns out it wasn’t the next door neighbor, but the next next door neighbor, maybe 1/4 or more miles away. After coming home early from work I changed and gathered up my emu wrangling tools and went looking for Cow Lick. He was doing what he likes to do, which is pace back and forth along the fence. It just wasn’t my fence. I guess he got a new view out of it at least. I tried to get him to move by bribing him with some corn. While he happily munched on it while it was within reach, he wasn’t interested in actually moving to get more. This wasn’t looking good.
If you remember some time back, we had The Great Llama Escape from the ranch. That took me three posts to properly describe. It was not fun! Repeating that in any similar way was to be dreaded and feared. While I was standing there contemplating solutions to this problem, our neighbor that we had never met came out and, after introductions, we chewed the fat some and discussed the situation. Turns out she wasn’t interested in acquiring an emu so that option was out. About this time the wife called and said she was home from the vet and asked if I needed help. Do you get the impression we have a few animal issues? I said “Of course.” So she drove on over. Somewhere in between this time I actually managed to put a rope around Cow Licks neck and “encouraged” him to go the few steps to the nearby gate and come to the other side of the fence. While doing so I spotted two rat snakes sitting in the tall grass near the fence. One was absolutely huge. I tried to get them to get out of Dodge by tapping them with my walking stick. They didn’t want to move. Fortunately, that was the extent of their involvement.
Cow Lick was a bit of a drama queen, but at least he’s the forgiving sort. Once we got the brief relocation by foot over with, he just waited next to me. I kept trying to figure out if I could get him in the back of the truck or even in the back seat. None of those scenarios played out well in my head for a number of reasons. The most obvious of which was it would require the emu to climb or me to lift him. That wasn’t a prospect I was interested in trying given his powerful legs and raptor-like talons. However, going downhill might not be as much problem. Hmmm. A plan was forming.
Wifey had daughter #1 along. This made things even easier. We’d use the push-pull method and put the emu in the back seat of the car! What could possibly go wrong? I know it would make for a much better story, but really, not much did go wrong. It took a little convincing for daughter Raye to come around to the idea, but we all knew it was better than trying to drag the emu back to our property. Cow Lick didn’t really want to get in the car, but once he was unceremoniously pushed, in he went. He did struggle a bit but soon found a way to get comfortable. I think the following pictures tell the story pretty well.
As we thought, at the end of the ride, Cow Lick wasn’t all too keen on getting out of the car any more so than he was getting in. With a little encouragement though, out he went. Raye bravely rode with him all the way. I think they bonded a bit :)
So another adventure at The Double Portion Ranch comes to a safe, if not entirely sane, end. And now we know we can transport livestock in a Chevy Malibu to boot! I would like to see the looks on the road we’d get doing that…
Goodness, it’s dusty in here. Obviously this needs to be used more. Hack, sneeze, cough, cough!!!
Last summer I felt like God was telling me that things were going to change “pretty darn quick”. I’m in the middle of that change right now. There’s been a ton to write about, but I haven’t felt like writing for a while. My depression has made a rather dramatic reappearance over the course of the last year. It may have been the result of my not tolerating a generic form of a medication, but it has not been helped by some truly depressing circumstances to boot. It’s kind of hard to fix it and know what’s what when you are not in a good place to do so. But hey, all that’s rather depressing isn’t it? I need to acknowledge that, but I don’t want to dwell on it. I’m just not spurred to write much when I’m down. Guess I must be feeling a little better eh?
It’s the beginning of summer here at the Double Portion. My sheep are not yet sheared, but I hope to get them done soon and learn how to do it myself to boot. Lack of money has hampered this, but we’re hoping to get a little extra in soon and be able to get a few things done beyond just surviving. We got some rye grass planted last fall and it came up very nicely everywhere. Due to the cost, we were not able to get any Bermuda planted this spring. That may hurt us this summer and cause us to go back to hay for a while but thus far, the sheep have been completely on forage since fall. That… is rather cool! There is a lot of clover everywhere and we’ve gotten so much rain that things are crazy green here still. More is forecast over the next week and things are just starting to dry and crack so it’s good timing.
When we are able to shear the sheep, I want to sell the wool. I’ve been reading that some GCN sheep actually produce award winning wool. This would be a good thing! I don’t know if mine have good wool. If they don’t, I’m going to buy some that do and mix them in to work on that trait. Looking back it looks like I really haven’t said much about the sheep in a while. They have been busy, in their sheep like ways.
This spring we had 7 baby lambs from the new sheep. Our pets each had one as well so a total of 9 were born. All are doing well. The GCN’s had 3 sets of boy/girl twins and a sole girl named Seven for the last delivery. All are cute as buttons naturally. The way the birth order went, we can diversify genetically with what we have very nicely too. Luckily, I have been taking a lot of pictures and video. Do allow me to share some with you!
I seriously don’t know how Frenchie put up with this. Sure was cute though!
You know you live in the country when you get email from your local feed store saying “If y’all need some, come get some!”
It’s funny, if it were a person, the first impression I get would be “I don’t think I care for you much.” You came in obnoxiously loud, scaring the crap out of my animals and keeping me awake. Now you are cold, gray and wet. Fortunately, years are not people and how one starts is not how it might be. We need the rain anyway. But with that out of the way…
Happy New Year Everybody!!!
God is in control. He’s my provider! He is good. I don’t understand quite a bit about Him or why He lets us go through the things we go through. I don’t think we’ll know the reasons to a lot of that in this life. Possibly not in the next either. God’s not a big reason giver it seems. He does like mystery! When you can barely fathom the Lord of the universe, it stands to reason you might not fathom His ‘reasoning’ on a number of things either.
2014 has been a rather wild ride that finished with even more intensity than it started with. I got involved in a Multi Level Marketing company that went nowhere. That lead to getting involved with a company that (still, someday, intends to) sells lighting upgrades to LED bulbs and fixtures. That quickly turned into a disaster and after several months of that I got out. I figured life would just go back to status quo then. It didn’t. I felt like God was saying things were going to change quickly. Since then, the wife got laid off. My depression overcame my medication for a while. The wife and I went through an intense 40 day prayer season (challenge actually but I hate that expression). It was the most intense time with God we’ve ever had. Then the world kinda fell apart on us. Mary still has no job and over the last couple of months we’ve had about 10 disasters that have cost us significant sums of money. The last one (hopefully the last one!) was the truck breaking down. That pretty much put me over the edge and I felt like God hated me right about then. I was pretty mad and despondent then as well. It’s been the worst period of time of financial disasters Mary and I have ever experienced in our lives as well. From mountain top straight to bottom of volcano! Notice I didn’t say valley. Valleys are nice. We live in them mostly. They are “normal”. This fall went into nothing that could remotely be categorized as normal. Of course, we all got sick and are dealing with mountain cedar allergies as well. Add to that my oldest daughter having several Grand Mal seizures for no discernible reason for the first time ever and you have a rotten couple of months. At least on the surface of things.
All in all I’d have to say I don’t handle “life falling apart” disaster very well. At least not when it’s in the middle of falling apart. We’re a few weeks since the last disaster. First day of the new year. I got over myself enough to get back to knowing God loves me and is my provision. Honestly I felt like He was saying “trust me” in the middle of all that. At the time it just made me mad. I felt like ‘trust’? What choice do I have really? I either trust and follow you or I don’t. I know personally one person who chose not to follow any longer. In order to not do so they had to decide to believe God doesn’t exist. It’s kind of funny when you think about it. We’re going to go through hard times in this life no matter how you believe. At least God’s up front about that. Jesus said “In this life you will have tribulations.” If you’re an atheist what do you have? Chance just sucks? As an unbeliever you probably just think God really does hate you. Whatever road you are on, parts of it are going to suck. Some parts will suck hard. I guess I don’t know how to not have the hissy fit in the middle of the suckage yet. I do know that I don’t want to go down the road without my God though. That’s something positive.
I guess I’ve put kind of a downer heart baring bit in those last two paragraphs. Sorry about that. I have to be honest about life though and parts of life are hard. Now for full disclosure. Yes the last few months have been hard. But, in reality, it was nothing! Nobody has a life threatening illness. Nobody has died. Nobody has left anyone. Nobody has starved. Nobody has gone without clothing (usually, hehe, I know, I know, I won’t go there!!!). Our suffering was real, the pain was real, but it was pretty minor in reality. Things could have been much MUCH worse. So even as I write this it occurs to me to give thanks to God for that minor suffering. I don’t think any of it will have any permanent affect, except hopefully on my attitude.
I hate going over cliffs. God likes to take me over cliffs, a lot. Right now I’m going to ask for some God wings. If I have to keep going over then screw it, lets fly!
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 1,200 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 20 trips to carry that many people.
Tonight we went to our Christmas Eve service. Every year we hold it in the town square. This is our second year of this tradition. Life got a little bumpy for us toward the end of the year this year but we got to do this! On top of the service, some friends of ours got married right after. That added a very nice flair to the evening. Our youngest daughter is home with us for Christmas as well, so we really have all the important stuff we need.
From my family to your and yours from our little town of Seguin Texas, MERRY CHRISTMAS Y’ALL!
This afternoon the family and I went on a walk around the ranch. Spring in South Texas is often spectacular, but fall is often not thought about down here. Fall in South Texas is many things. It’s usually late in the year. Here we are probably at the beginning of “peakish” color and it’s almost Thanksgiving! It lasts a long time. You can find deep red oaks well into December. It can be warm or cold. As we say down here, “wait five minutes” and the weather will change. Honestly, I think they say that everywhere. But most of all, it’s also beautiful. A lot of folks don’t believe that. Bah! Everything just turns brown and dies! Well Bah! back atcha! I got pictures to prove that isn’t so. And without further ado, here they are:
Most of these are on the ranch. A few are neighboring properties (pretty much anything with grass).