tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46606588361436218382024-03-17T22:02:46.309-05:00Becky's BarnyardLife on the farmBecky's Barnyardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16063205586506726637noreply@blogger.comBlogger340125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660658836143621838.post-8759850586392342772020-04-04T11:14:00.001-05:002020-04-04T11:14:33.553-05:00COMING BACK Well, it's been awhile since I posted. So here I am trying to get back in to posting. Although there hasn't been much going on, there is always something happening in the country life. Some good, some bad. My bad this week was a clogged kitchen drain that I couldn't unclog. But it helped having a good plumber come and help.<br />
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One thing I can share is my attempt at growing potatoes. My cousin gave me a plastic bag for growing potatoes. It has a flap that folds down to harvest potatoes when its time. I got ahead of myself and posted the now picture first. But, yay!<br />
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You fold down the back to about a foot and put dirt in and then put your potatoes in </div>
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So now you give water and wait. This was on March 14.<br />
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Okay, March 27th, and we have sprouts. And then back to the top picture which was taken on<br />
April 3. It's been so long since I did this blog thing, I'll have to relearn how to post.<br />
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I pray everyone out there is being careful and safe and remember Jesus loves you.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhCRsbKTiI5qS_X1TnGmrvuVf9l1lXHcjv3Whk-R3sw8ZbLXucowXxQOZhvgDfEBaZEsgGllb5-sSEqn805u5Q0CRMBx1dgveKA520z5a-r_WkD_7Lo4CNCAnCLFuxoLME_SDQkAUKrjE/s640/blogger-image-1589996447.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhCRsbKTiI5qS_X1TnGmrvuVf9l1lXHcjv3Whk-R3sw8ZbLXucowXxQOZhvgDfEBaZEsgGllb5-sSEqn805u5Q0CRMBx1dgveKA520z5a-r_WkD_7Lo4CNCAnCLFuxoLME_SDQkAUKrjE/s640/blogger-image-1589996447.jpg" /></a>Molly swinging by. Got to keep going. </div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7K-aLdOmDvCQOhMh0Drd2Bo854qBnNOxhv_Kh0zEs7ZDlQLt44YNChY1wXw1H6y_atmAdHhqL6iLdOYnlcvxVZ8csOMF7Yekr_S818tqhswkp-pKt7caJAHkp3yOMARzy22IbkDCZr3U/s640/blogger-image-572625128.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7K-aLdOmDvCQOhMh0Drd2Bo854qBnNOxhv_Kh0zEs7ZDlQLt44YNChY1wXw1H6y_atmAdHhqL6iLdOYnlcvxVZ8csOMF7Yekr_S818tqhswkp-pKt7caJAHkp3yOMARzy22IbkDCZr3U/s640/blogger-image-572625128.jpg" /></a>Gypsy found a downed tree. She is very good at this. She likes to cross creeks on the downed trees. Although later I tried to get her to cross one across a creek and she wouldn't. I guess it has to be her idea. </div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYlSNYfQQjZ71OVrZMMqbLBd36CFF-wvPBNhHvb25-7C3awhnrH7pxN5KNW-cgbEf-RJ9J0Qdl9OBXvmCV462mX_9wv_xTer1f7M2QqAhPXQETNnkj2G-v-QDH2EboALu-s1P5bTiHCAo/s640/blogger-image--991014670.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYlSNYfQQjZ71OVrZMMqbLBd36CFF-wvPBNhHvb25-7C3awhnrH7pxN5KNW-cgbEf-RJ9J0Qdl9OBXvmCV462mX_9wv_xTer1f7M2QqAhPXQETNnkj2G-v-QDH2EboALu-s1P5bTiHCAo/s640/blogger-image--991014670.jpg" /></a>We're home. I'm sitting in the swing and the dogs are resting, except Bella. She's still gone. </div>
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Becky's Barnyardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16063205586506726637noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660658836143621838.post-23312715136009889652017-01-19T19:14:00.001-06:002017-01-19T19:14:09.245-06:00MY LITTLE DEER HUNTERSo; We've been unable to go for a walk since Sunday. Rain, rain, rain. We're to the turn around part, down at my brothers house talking to him in the pasture. Out of the woods comes a deer with Bella chasing it. Of course Gypsy thinks she has to help Bella catch it. (Bella is like a large Beagle). Neither one would listen to me to stop.<div><br></div><div>After about ten minutes still no Gypsy, so I start back tracking. I'm walking and calling, walking back and calling and finally walking home and calling. I'm extremely worried. I'm on the road and almost home and still calling , when I see her running from the woods behind my house . . . . on three legs. </div><div>She is sopping wet, of course. This also means she crossed the road and I'm sure she didn't stop and look. But she survived. Thank you Jesus for saving this stupid little dog. </div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT5fWw_WNaI8i3lE2A2MFka9FAPneFSNVh1r8SJa9s3wn3N59pWwCJ8j0Cpxd1XzZEWFc7KviRIguklh_6i9uDSZ9FgK5Bk6cUhrf0dg-1IDITSbmwiYBWovY5raKlmBgMXF7f3nu9AEg/s640/blogger-image--1657321225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT5fWw_WNaI8i3lE2A2MFka9FAPneFSNVh1r8SJa9s3wn3N59pWwCJ8j0Cpxd1XzZEWFc7KviRIguklh_6i9uDSZ9FgK5Bk6cUhrf0dg-1IDITSbmwiYBWovY5raKlmBgMXF7f3nu9AEg/s640/blogger-image--1657321225.jpg"></a></div>Becky's Barnyardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16063205586506726637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660658836143621838.post-36850152800990791242016-04-06T18:01:00.001-05:002016-04-06T18:02:37.313-05:00Yum, Yum Dirt<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtSgnjHZwKoXRejdV4pS3TcjCZCzojxS6XJ4eBXgwPfZoZFkgGkQh4DnyDZvHPK_CMae9G0TNEH58I1qxbxTuwfu51DjwSGElDAge8TybbETXsnHkYNQtddefHCg-kg66A2KiAxiTFTPg/s640/blogger-image-949184419.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtSgnjHZwKoXRejdV4pS3TcjCZCzojxS6XJ4eBXgwPfZoZFkgGkQh4DnyDZvHPK_CMae9G0TNEH58I1qxbxTuwfu51DjwSGElDAge8TybbETXsnHkYNQtddefHCg-kg66A2KiAxiTFTPg/s640/blogger-image-949184419.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a>"I don't know why you are so excited, I don't want your flower. I just want the dirt"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfGZyY-7MXcnrfa7hp0Dn2j-Dyq2ui8TDJmGPqHFRC704DCkDaJ541-Hg-Me6xIsD6kMwzt4XRLlplG80UcKiwmSBeiJ0cv4cqipcWiC1wckE2kY4cf49dMUE7UERXuUWr3JKXZUUYd04/s640/blogger-image--1860602103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfGZyY-7MXcnrfa7hp0Dn2j-Dyq2ui8TDJmGPqHFRC704DCkDaJ541-Hg-Me6xIsD6kMwzt4XRLlplG80UcKiwmSBeiJ0cv4cqipcWiC1wckE2kY4cf49dMUE7UERXuUWr3JKXZUUYd04/s640/blogger-image--1860602103.jpg"></a></div><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtSgnjHZwKoXRejdV4pS3TcjCZCzojxS6XJ4eBXgwPfZoZFkgGkQh4DnyDZvHPK_CMae9G0TNEH58I1qxbxTuwfu51DjwSGElDAge8TybbETXsnHkYNQtddefHCg-kg66A2KiAxiTFTPg/s640/blogger-image-949184419.jpg">I guess if I had planted them, I wouldn't have to worry about it</div>Becky's Barnyardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16063205586506726637noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660658836143621838.post-46873107402377374382015-10-12T19:28:00.001-05:002015-10-12T19:28:51.216-05:00Little Fishes<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Well I bought me some more fish today. These are not for the chickens. I have a little fish pond and my fish I had died in early summer and I have no idea why. I had two shubunkins and comets and gold fish. I guess I didn't clean it out when I should have. I have doubts on that, though. They were probably at least four years old. I cleaned the ponds out last week and filled them back up. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi56ulIkZMmobvyg2YdYOuEqEvqow237dN2jzezMcjpgW5P6PbkcL2GAH_hZcJluaNfAc2dSBlypCdYII3mT9XxHs0Ag0oXi77nimIMS-FhVdO3DFDAQe7FWHBeKvPCIc-rmvlD7pWJ6Js/s640/blogger-image-1663181526.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi56ulIkZMmobvyg2YdYOuEqEvqow237dN2jzezMcjpgW5P6PbkcL2GAH_hZcJluaNfAc2dSBlypCdYII3mT9XxHs0Ag0oXi77nimIMS-FhVdO3DFDAQe7FWHBeKvPCIc-rmvlD7pWJ6Js/s640/blogger-image-1663181526.jpg"></a>Anyway, today I bought four fish. I bought them at Wal Mart because the pet store where I was buying them closed. Not good selection. I hope I have three comets and I splurged and bought a little Oranda fantail. You have to look really hard to see them. They are only about an inch long. </div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_NgDQIMjbrgJIehVKMxJSLWg-qa6I7Vy_-EJYURbCBX-2rIYG3AX-YiytNj2pXcPO_JxFF1isYxAI82V19eq3C-jHLCs3latw7F56jw65tQcojgZibXf_KR7AhaB5QFnOwkYpk6Bt0JQ/s640/blogger-image--1742982515.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_NgDQIMjbrgJIehVKMxJSLWg-qa6I7Vy_-EJYURbCBX-2rIYG3AX-YiytNj2pXcPO_JxFF1isYxAI82V19eq3C-jHLCs3latw7F56jw65tQcojgZibXf_KR7AhaB5QFnOwkYpk6Bt0JQ/s640/blogger-image--1742982515.jpg"></a>This is the Oranda fan fail. She is the largest. And that ain't big. </div><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvEAu7sgsZYai9nMk265rOveL2lUY8ktALkN4V5ZZ7EQZevNpbgeo6sUi9MukQEOp_Cr1Plhm_7tjYoWf4rqGlf9uURfgAOpsOdebr7qMi2ZXFpdv3gZYCXOmYu1Xl4XG5zPlpjT-VNuw/s640/blogger-image--650762232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvEAu7sgsZYai9nMk265rOveL2lUY8ktALkN4V5ZZ7EQZevNpbgeo6sUi9MukQEOp_Cr1Plhm_7tjYoWf4rqGlf9uURfgAOpsOdebr7qMi2ZXFpdv3gZYCXOmYu1Xl4XG5zPlpjT-VNuw/s640/blogger-image--650762232.jpg"></a>You can just barely see them here; where the cloud shadow is by the plant holder. I let the pond dry up and all my plants are in very bad shape. I'm hoping they recover and soon. The holder in the bottom has the water lily. </div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYs8ryVskoeJyXfLfIk3sCaSpjBs4gStZZbVMTsP1VEsGYn4_RDiJrPzFjnI7kIr2tyiJ67e4Li-gftYUWzSp_qRjCatLw1MnBAy4Y-ouOB7rN6i0hn5BqMlEmLsfEP2AAxJtpf-ZeW78/s640/blogger-image--2006983941.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYs8ryVskoeJyXfLfIk3sCaSpjBs4gStZZbVMTsP1VEsGYn4_RDiJrPzFjnI7kIr2tyiJ67e4Li-gftYUWzSp_qRjCatLw1MnBAy4Y-ouOB7rN6i0hn5BqMlEmLsfEP2AAxJtpf-ZeW78/s640/blogger-image--2006983941.jpg"></a>One of the things I was missing in the pond was water hyacinths. They really filter the pond well. I went kayaking in August and picked me up some. I only picked up four and now I have a bunch. </div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiNp2tMwQGspxzOgx5G-BO9Xki3wiY2NUK0_Cd79636i4fjARC_U1P9SdLkxhyphenhyphenmaQCTSoTmnWLefJM5ZAYLOnJpwvpVYuHTWHPh_KcG5mNe151gvcpLN_8hO7pRM2lazmcx89Z8-ekdY0/s640/blogger-image-689322464.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiNp2tMwQGspxzOgx5G-BO9Xki3wiY2NUK0_Cd79636i4fjARC_U1P9SdLkxhyphenhyphenmaQCTSoTmnWLefJM5ZAYLOnJpwvpVYuHTWHPh_KcG5mNe151gvcpLN_8hO7pRM2lazmcx89Z8-ekdY0/s640/blogger-image-689322464.jpg"></a>Or I did! The chickens are eating them up. I guess they see green; there is a drought. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Hoping no snakes come tonight and get my fish because I don't have them protected yet. </div>Becky's Barnyardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16063205586506726637noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660658836143621838.post-67907458156147315942015-10-04T18:36:00.001-05:002015-10-04T18:36:00.116-05:00Mighta Gone Fishing<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMFoRkVXY6SFKz8sKVDYG1L8XwT5-at0aqKmPvstUAMWvZo6IQOzhLkmQ0X8e4aqBQEZm4eOGvIJVC90XxRGf3UiAAz1cxveSd9cPuFQ1AZfZ4r94SokssIPalAGRR4fqVhVQ9YITjmMA/s640/blogger-image-852157741.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMFoRkVXY6SFKz8sKVDYG1L8XwT5-at0aqKmPvstUAMWvZo6IQOzhLkmQ0X8e4aqBQEZm4eOGvIJVC90XxRGf3UiAAz1cxveSd9cPuFQ1AZfZ4r94SokssIPalAGRR4fqVhVQ9YITjmMA/s640/blogger-image-852157741.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And I did! A couple of my friends (also they are family) and I went up to the pond for a few hours to catch a few fish. We are fishing for catfish. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqLlfBm7WaSmvvDNzg_JlFon5soxNXP7-1KVaS3c8sv1SJkoPKIFFsx1CaWYzusmKsuVk620qGvpNQ7MY_3GUt8VrAO4pcMOqJmkgcZvqVRAi3C_ABFLrQaI3PNZBE-GsL7-k8Box7JD0/s640/blogger-image-629535843.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqLlfBm7WaSmvvDNzg_JlFon5soxNXP7-1KVaS3c8sv1SJkoPKIFFsx1CaWYzusmKsuVk620qGvpNQ7MY_3GUt8VrAO4pcMOqJmkgcZvqVRAi3C_ABFLrQaI3PNZBE-GsL7-k8Box7JD0/s640/blogger-image-629535843.jpg"></a>But this is what I'm catching. Thousands of these little suckers. We have just always thrown them up on the bank to get rid of a few. But, a few weeks ago I read that someone fed their chickens the remains of fish after cleaning them. Fish meal is really expensive and this is a cheaper way. So I put all the little bream we caught in a buckle. </div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMFoRkVXY6SFKz8sKVDYG1L8XwT5-at0aqKmPvstUAMWvZo6IQOzhLkmQ0X8e4aqBQEZm4eOGvIJVC90XxRGf3UiAAz1cxveSd9cPuFQ1AZfZ4r94SokssIPalAGRR4fqVhVQ9YITjmMA/s640/blogger-image-852157741.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLdgYCuCdCDRj0kpljsu-amqrI7HAUEqaqkGec_U7i1qPj6BmSLDbKhiiLhNEQaxzgXRh7FG-y7mSpppOtieu0vxzFvgVQlBEAGcHXvD5UlHlPSWmbO2Bz3NcZlAA2TrKH5Zc9XyMTsvE/s640/blogger-image-1839985370.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLdgYCuCdCDRj0kpljsu-amqrI7HAUEqaqkGec_U7i1qPj6BmSLDbKhiiLhNEQaxzgXRh7FG-y7mSpppOtieu0vxzFvgVQlBEAGcHXvD5UlHlPSWmbO2Bz3NcZlAA2TrKH5Zc9XyMTsvE/s640/blogger-image-1839985370.jpg"></a>I did catch a couple of catfish. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMFoRkVXY6SFKz8sKVDYG1L8XwT5-at0aqKmPvstUAMWvZo6IQOzhLkmQ0X8e4aqBQEZm4eOGvIJVC90XxRGf3UiAAz1cxveSd9cPuFQ1AZfZ4r94SokssIPalAGRR4fqVhVQ9YITjmMA/s640/blogger-image-852157741.jpg">Just not big enough to eat; so these get to go back in the pond for another day. Make that year!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPpZpO7wH_tdw9KGrLgLClKW-qtsT1Tah5oaQu5R-l3DwrMo9IwNceb3M2AR_6vpsJuZmkJVsZIed8y22OH6e4-_w2Usjc3esgrxPunufh6wTQMz1FQXtPjEJBSGwQ5-Jo2MQVf-pc_wI/s640/blogger-image-684016024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPpZpO7wH_tdw9KGrLgLClKW-qtsT1Tah5oaQu5R-l3DwrMo9IwNceb3M2AR_6vpsJuZmkJVsZIed8y22OH6e4-_w2Usjc3esgrxPunufh6wTQMz1FQXtPjEJBSGwQ5-Jo2MQVf-pc_wI/s640/blogger-image-684016024.jpg"></a>When I got home, l chopped up all the little bream into bite size pieces for the chickens. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkbufrAHkv0JGcX9RHHvPx6vSAqKnVhCLEAGFpIrDoUnysNjEM0ntES_2Neyf_a9VRplE0B9T06RyU5LHo8grbqhdJS64T2e1gPBGzZedBAzdWld4HEIMFh9qdW6_WloqVNSm2WclyeOQ/s640/blogger-image-779951592.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkbufrAHkv0JGcX9RHHvPx6vSAqKnVhCLEAGFpIrDoUnysNjEM0ntES_2Neyf_a9VRplE0B9T06RyU5LHo8grbqhdJS64T2e1gPBGzZedBAzdWld4HEIMFh9qdW6_WloqVNSm2WclyeOQ/s640/blogger-image-779951592.jpg"></a>They like them. I chopped up a few and then gave them some to see how that was going to fly. It soared. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8RXmXV0JQ4BRhz-b1rqvylOPUm8ECEj5irrPtFgVbJ4ara0Cvdsxql7BxOnjFPWW_ICshCALs-rQsy4uI8kN_dwAoPT3MhT1qtfcRsVOdAwBxZDlDfd7snESNh3BVifss8Ai6qu1hGmQ/s640/blogger-image--296390705.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8RXmXV0JQ4BRhz-b1rqvylOPUm8ECEj5irrPtFgVbJ4ara0Cvdsxql7BxOnjFPWW_ICshCALs-rQsy4uI8kN_dwAoPT3MhT1qtfcRsVOdAwBxZDlDfd7snESNh3BVifss8Ai6qu1hGmQ/s640/blogger-image--296390705.jpg"></a>I'm at a table still chopping and a few are coming over for more. They hung around as long as I was chopping. I still have a little left in the refrigerator that I plan to give them tomorrow. Great protein. </div>Becky's Barnyardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16063205586506726637noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660658836143621838.post-20465470637906625662015-09-30T18:53:00.001-05:002015-09-30T18:53:04.350-05:00My Big Hunters<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEireXr11wBBR3ZTVZKGdZ-8mmzTF7ukg7GSsx7BengVj5O9gnfjy4LyqwCWw6PpWlyMpYb2aMckMEIG7K8LDn09lNLxk1ak5oL7wAi6YxzmcZ8Wniqjn_tK75gqj615Cx-0GxcZsyyFeis/s640/blogger-image-1367021715.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7O9mD2qHKwwL-vrg2v2x4JUQTLB_Piqxh542Ksqe3JADU5qfIuG_NGMRZICjVNgUYECCA4QirZI82kOQ1BCkiyYPLqL4UeUNy6R6JFfX9ibVVAKWKSsh6PkFEXO1R-rz6pqk9ROerBw0/s640/blogger-image--55766933.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7O9mD2qHKwwL-vrg2v2x4JUQTLB_Piqxh542Ksqe3JADU5qfIuG_NGMRZICjVNgUYECCA4QirZI82kOQ1BCkiyYPLqL4UeUNy6R6JFfX9ibVVAKWKSsh6PkFEXO1R-rz6pqk9ROerBw0/s640/blogger-image--55766933.jpg"></a>This was such a nice late afternoon so I think I'll just sit outside and listen to some music. I get everything set up, I hear Molly barking down in the woods, so I'm just chillin. Got my feet propped up on the table, singing with my music, and took a picture of Polly because she had jumped on the table to preen. Then it dawns on me about ten or fifteen minutes have gone by and I haven't seen the dogs. I go the edge of woods and call Gypsy. Nothing. I call for about thirty seconds, still nothing. I run in the house and put my tennis shoes on (I was in flip flops). Run back out and start calling Molly and Gypsy again. Since I don't know which way they are, I head the other way toward the barn and call again. Finally Molly comes running up behind me. I'm asking where is Gypsy and she runs back in the woods. I go busting after her and of course I haven't gone very far when I see them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJV4zQ_cPF11SkoyTCYRIrlyKsQS1YimVgu4UqieAVjqRUUqRA2rbh9hiPe11UGJRetRhwBK41Tx0o-qSRvCjpjaql1gRwH_LETUyamRvPY2UZri1_lM9BXl-Ws3gSgcU94tXgE5bBPFg/s640/blogger-image--81969253.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJV4zQ_cPF11SkoyTCYRIrlyKsQS1YimVgu4UqieAVjqRUUqRA2rbh9hiPe11UGJRetRhwBK41Tx0o-qSRvCjpjaql1gRwH_LETUyamRvPY2UZri1_lM9BXl-Ws3gSgcU94tXgE5bBPFg/s640/blogger-image--81969253.jpg"></a>Calm down time. I go down to see what they are after; Molly has her head in a hole and Gypsy is digging in another hole. I'm casing the area to make sure no snakes are around; go figure! </div><br></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja0wq8Q8pwkOEM8Su5VaQlelweG0DFjJvDgwHNwVR5lk9g7m6tbin7c2unBFRPVHZzcSyqhlFXc5UG36E1qSpYxME166No_LGP1sEjDou1yc66SZKBVVNVta0hNpC_J_GLbnUG-cMvd50/s640/blogger-image-1966628549.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja0wq8Q8pwkOEM8Su5VaQlelweG0DFjJvDgwHNwVR5lk9g7m6tbin7c2unBFRPVHZzcSyqhlFXc5UG36E1qSpYxME166No_LGP1sEjDou1yc66SZKBVVNVta0hNpC_J_GLbnUG-cMvd50/s640/blogger-image-1966628549.jpg"></a>Molly is on a mission. Got to get it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivATvFfl83IGnMnT9TRlQ9RSgH4eCbN_tAl3mvpkaW8F30SwflR-R3fCNuOTYtt2pfMFNsFfK0r_1v6KgPit4E-ow4CtNnCxLIIyaVvstd9Yu_EmZRONLmJjaJucMXC9e2O2P1CC4e6e0/s640/blogger-image--719422320.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivATvFfl83IGnMnT9TRlQ9RSgH4eCbN_tAl3mvpkaW8F30SwflR-R3fCNuOTYtt2pfMFNsFfK0r_1v6KgPit4E-ow4CtNnCxLIIyaVvstd9Yu_EmZRONLmJjaJucMXC9e2O2P1CC4e6e0/s640/blogger-image--719422320.jpg"></a>By looking at the hole and location I'm guessing an armadillo hole. </div><br></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigc7yKZD-wt2yd8WaOwPFMg-hsdlz5P0dgylyr31ik5xc9TRG2zZZEYi_k7x3YWGd8pT8iIQtqnk173iHaJ9nnt0Ey51zLX8f3nGGVz74fC3GGvosyoX0gxEXxoaaVXwE76Z-kprv-1So/s640/blogger-image--513534065.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigc7yKZD-wt2yd8WaOwPFMg-hsdlz5P0dgylyr31ik5xc9TRG2zZZEYi_k7x3YWGd8pT8iIQtqnk173iHaJ9nnt0Ey51zLX8f3nGGVz74fC3GGvosyoX0gxEXxoaaVXwE76Z-kprv-1So/s640/blogger-image--513534065.jpg"></a>Close to that hole is another hole and Gypsy is trying to dig in that one. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin6nTIaKKVcu-NZVqiGpIgHsCVcdMS0yrltINnrH03i0VuFa7AW8Ydvrxr_pdbQXJUWq5-eV3nFNcuPCjguhvaLG2nwSIKd3bMYep_ooBfMW0DcoACce2uCNEUqMdyPidNhqnJ4km4Sqw/s640/blogger-image-224170742.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin6nTIaKKVcu-NZVqiGpIgHsCVcdMS0yrltINnrH03i0VuFa7AW8Ydvrxr_pdbQXJUWq5-eV3nFNcuPCjguhvaLG2nwSIKd3bMYep_ooBfMW0DcoACce2uCNEUqMdyPidNhqnJ4km4Sqw/s640/blogger-image-224170742.jpg"></a>After I have confirmed all dogs are okay, I realize my leg is bleeding. I remember hitting something coming down the hill; little scrape. So I'm back up to the house. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-wQrCdcyc9or_INzGLGtLTd8doTp4A4RfIQt1IwQy8cry9fwYfbY7BlKsCfO5Uiss-xG4jdXoPHZ2lWmyxNRJ56tkJ9igBBFUI4VF9-bhpGZdge_Ov_kCRqoYmxiCTSZ1-MOJaLpxkq0/s640/blogger-image--403107072.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-wQrCdcyc9or_INzGLGtLTd8doTp4A4RfIQt1IwQy8cry9fwYfbY7BlKsCfO5Uiss-xG4jdXoPHZ2lWmyxNRJ56tkJ9igBBFUI4VF9-bhpGZdge_Ov_kCRqoYmxiCTSZ1-MOJaLpxkq0/s640/blogger-image--403107072.jpg"></a>After a few minutes, here come the dogs. You talk about dirty. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZfBlYfRLRwkqfZf1zWwc9_37oTrHw0ZQVqd3O3vqOQGAz-dZf2si-Rh_ZDiy1Xe0yeilGMFX3h0JScJo7CQT7F1CXxWtt6Is-5EppRDEtTgE9uG5xGmFt36m02xk3u0xJPPbpYko1cqk/s640/blogger-image--697276787.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZfBlYfRLRwkqfZf1zWwc9_37oTrHw0ZQVqd3O3vqOQGAz-dZf2si-Rh_ZDiy1Xe0yeilGMFX3h0JScJo7CQT7F1CXxWtt6Is-5EppRDEtTgE9uG5xGmFt36m02xk3u0xJPPbpYko1cqk/s640/blogger-image--697276787.jpg"></a>Time to get the water hose out. Too early for bath. We just need to get clean enough to go in and eat. They will be back out after supper. </div>Becky's Barnyardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16063205586506726637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660658836143621838.post-1339430548075919432015-09-27T19:02:00.001-05:002015-09-27T19:02:55.699-05:00The Summer of Snakes<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivdTV8vi_W8_VBf-MZkwnzmCynRKSbSd6KJskfbLfNyup3h2p_3z7vqjaAOat49wZHGovglJKRoH0_EHijCo_CQRiAhwjLXquYolG0lrgqx0OfXgrYWB75uHdnTg1God3wbbSHBIwA_gg/s640/blogger-image-260987298.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivdTV8vi_W8_VBf-MZkwnzmCynRKSbSd6KJskfbLfNyup3h2p_3z7vqjaAOat49wZHGovglJKRoH0_EHijCo_CQRiAhwjLXquYolG0lrgqx0OfXgrYWB75uHdnTg1God3wbbSHBIwA_gg/s640/blogger-image-260987298.jpg"></a>I have seen more snakes this year than I have seen in a long time. This is Molly after she got bit by a copperhead snake in June. I took her to the vet </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">and she got a shot and antibiotics. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTntiJ7U73jCg5yC1EveRjkW4lvSqM1TKM4aHRNR7UWocFJd4xcTjLELJjk6m2-Ls5Yv-eFQeeenQkzsnfbDdSTHiG6e6UpnO4cL4dOg2fRdcQNmrPshXGWJ_XAoc5H-Pej_hksCos7pw/s640/blogger-image-1294720617.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTntiJ7U73jCg5yC1EveRjkW4lvSqM1TKM4aHRNR7UWocFJd4xcTjLELJjk6m2-Ls5Yv-eFQeeenQkzsnfbDdSTHiG6e6UpnO4cL4dOg2fRdcQNmrPshXGWJ_XAoc5H-Pej_hksCos7pw/s640/blogger-image-1294720617.jpg"></a>She had swelling, but not too bad. By morning, all of the swelling was gone. This wasn't the first snake of the summer. I had already killed three before this happened; although they weren't poisonous. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEXDZ6vt3ZDPbOqKyEuLDbt81_xSwqkdz6kIPIs-fwHBGX8IbCM9b4uCqrHMivftjtA1eudDtopI06oVkH15NzzwYdfRjOPXXgllod3HYbkSmV3_FeDFLfucvYgu0S8VZyxwHKg-IxuJA/s640/blogger-image--604888894.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEXDZ6vt3ZDPbOqKyEuLDbt81_xSwqkdz6kIPIs-fwHBGX8IbCM9b4uCqrHMivftjtA1eudDtopI06oVkH15NzzwYdfRjOPXXgllod3HYbkSmV3_FeDFLfucvYgu0S8VZyxwHKg-IxuJA/s640/blogger-image--604888894.jpg"></a>Then in August, Gypsy, my Snorkie, got bit in the throat by a copperhead. Sorry about the picture, it's lopsided. Anyway this is her throat a couple of hours later. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRjuNaIOKlOgel0jCAWPXUffxpZPyP5hDYiFT5J3jIE7wHEVHxZa285sJPO02gDePgh1bxXBB614cKC8j376wCbxV8-Ee2OiJKoA-xs4uazxXXUBlqe-VFdI2JIS8ILTfWxowAAMrst6c/s640/blogger-image--305644624.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRjuNaIOKlOgel0jCAWPXUffxpZPyP5hDYiFT5J3jIE7wHEVHxZa285sJPO02gDePgh1bxXBB614cKC8j376wCbxV8-Ee2OiJKoA-xs4uazxXXUBlqe-VFdI2JIS8ILTfWxowAAMrst6c/s640/blogger-image--305644624.jpg"></a>The vet had said she would be okay, but I can tell you, late that night I thought she was going to die. Her little heart was racing and she wouldn't lie down. For about five or ten minutes she would just stand with her head hanging down. After a couple of days she was well. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwa3NaEisfcC7Eb7JSn_gRjYFtfs4fmlZlKA1aYmvopNQ7O7buD46DHvjg6gxyGJuhyphenhyphenFQJKQ3FHOx9VBxrE8-nJaCIGCLybWwx1tDZtzn9WFWg8AhItXgUZbLlZfbmU6uBwxyTwgYfyO8/s640/blogger-image-1861515353.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwa3NaEisfcC7Eb7JSn_gRjYFtfs4fmlZlKA1aYmvopNQ7O7buD46DHvjg6gxyGJuhyphenhyphenFQJKQ3FHOx9VBxrE8-nJaCIGCLybWwx1tDZtzn9WFWg8AhItXgUZbLlZfbmU6uBwxyTwgYfyO8/s640/blogger-image-1861515353.jpg"></a>This is the snake that bit her. It was only between twelve and eighteen inches long, but it did cause a lot of sickness. I don't think size matters much. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZyG0cOuRzSSytHkffTBRdewXiWaYGbYgtWHxxgqEvyfKZckt35_smnQyOwy_K4itZG6mbIk0eZtKQI-GZwSfssMU9uaUlN446IrSaQd4rAISxjme4gwky3FhGxs3ReOcH3_Qu9sXZS1c/s640/blogger-image-1503049102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZyG0cOuRzSSytHkffTBRdewXiWaYGbYgtWHxxgqEvyfKZckt35_smnQyOwy_K4itZG6mbIk0eZtKQI-GZwSfssMU9uaUlN446IrSaQd4rAISxjme4gwky3FhGxs3ReOcH3_Qu9sXZS1c/s640/blogger-image-1503049102.jpg"></a>This is my brother's dog Buddy. He got bit by a cottonmouth moccasin last Wednesday. He was at the vet until yesterday morning and he still had a little swelling in his chest. He is still taking medication also. The vet said he would have some tissue loss. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9IzL-6ECxED55Fzn2Jxvi3E0hyQQEn4BQ7GTt6poBWPWeywMWjP7ymLK0KIBhY7nkDKVSr9SdbCb6OGa2pEIlwsGlWp2bF0cZFgxqU9YpGjq7PdPZjU6-Cgyu2SDFSVvWdqXATzSFqEI/s640/blogger-image--2010096432.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9IzL-6ECxED55Fzn2Jxvi3E0hyQQEn4BQ7GTt6poBWPWeywMWjP7ymLK0KIBhY7nkDKVSr9SdbCb6OGa2pEIlwsGlWp2bF0cZFgxqU9YpGjq7PdPZjU6-Cgyu2SDFSVvWdqXATzSFqEI/s640/blogger-image--2010096432.jpg"></a>I had no idea this is what she meant. He is walking around and acts like he feels okay, but it looks awful. I have never seen this happen before. Thank goodness he lived though. I have probably seen at least six or seven snakes this summer. Buddy had been bit two times before, but not like this. I believe I'm ready for winter!</div>Becky's Barnyardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16063205586506726637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660658836143621838.post-19038862543686251942015-09-21T18:46:00.001-05:002015-09-21T18:46:44.390-05:00Trekking Through the Woods AgainWe went through the woods again today to leave some fresh scent and see what's happening. You know, just checking everything out. <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMllIbL838K61KCxXec4j8rThY3LBlJJOxbGiu_z-rHgwLTIBC47DPMXBOKKPtRQBv9rWb7y3bJGL_NVPwaS2hq-ybYp4VMSakvdrYf_2t14aVHdE_aakxmOkMf1I-t4W1GpIF7cxn-Q8/s640/blogger-image--630391097.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMllIbL838K61KCxXec4j8rThY3LBlJJOxbGiu_z-rHgwLTIBC47DPMXBOKKPtRQBv9rWb7y3bJGL_NVPwaS2hq-ybYp4VMSakvdrYf_2t14aVHdE_aakxmOkMf1I-t4W1GpIF7cxn-Q8/s640/blogger-image--630391097.jpg"></a>This photo is actually from last week. One morning when we went to let the chickens out and feed them, Molly went busting down the woods. When I got there, this is what I see. She was after an armadillo. It went in a hole, so she thought she would just sit on the back side and wait for it to come out. No, we don't have that much time. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyk4TmO5xO99gLbY0la-z3yipZLmEgmfyMoD991lwY7y4V4OfuWZ1pAKS9SCV6AiZc1qfcq51YKj-3Tgqhy72vFew8tOjy6UHBxSn6XmkjqV5S77fXu0HKpgz6y-_0LhkZ74Dp71jVVFA/s640/blogger-image-1215437391.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyk4TmO5xO99gLbY0la-z3yipZLmEgmfyMoD991lwY7y4V4OfuWZ1pAKS9SCV6AiZc1qfcq51YKj-3Tgqhy72vFew8tOjy6UHBxSn6XmkjqV5S77fXu0HKpgz6y-_0LhkZ74Dp71jVVFA/s640/blogger-image-1215437391.jpg"></a>Molly is off checking something out, but miracles upon miracles, Gypsy is here close. Of course, I had just called her. They do love to go in the woods. Molly can go by herself, but I try to keep Gypsy from going to far by herself. She thinks she can do anything Molly can do. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNE7lQBLBXdsRsgIqnmF48lwxIJZZ38Qcebmc3SzxavWvibUTGXiaqnenpEmPCU5e7f9tiF7hCncTW2aXSs2sDdqUx60SB9aTtxcAdGHk4LPu_APLjfUUSzNUwcVa_ivQWBwydYlEembw/s640/blogger-image-2135964991.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNE7lQBLBXdsRsgIqnmF48lwxIJZZ38Qcebmc3SzxavWvibUTGXiaqnenpEmPCU5e7f9tiF7hCncTW2aXSs2sDdqUx60SB9aTtxcAdGHk4LPu_APLjfUUSzNUwcVa_ivQWBwydYlEembw/s640/blogger-image-2135964991.jpg"></a>We had just started down in the woods when I came upon the little dead possum. I guess the stupid little possum came back after he got a second chance. When I let them out for their last potty break, sometimes Molly doesn't always come back in; which is okay for her. Anyway, she was gone for about an hour last night. I'm sure that is what happened to it. </div>Becky's Barnyardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16063205586506726637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660658836143621838.post-81836312592280319942015-09-17T16:19:00.001-05:002015-09-17T16:19:32.745-05:00Night Time UNWELCOME VisitorMonday night about nine o'clock I hear Molly and Gypsy doing a lot of barking. You can tell by the barking, something is out there. I get my flash light and go looking. They are under the shed and you could hear bumping and dust flying out. <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkRekxtWLAM5uwSzm7U2mdfPQxrTc_bM2QCF6JxjcDwpdGTSFoovy0rwCZh0EGGwhHQBVtI93Gq-SPHlgWAuArN6zPfQjv1X33dSaKuYZo7yIGTVT2GvHlD_eHCyu4e9-NHPi8JPKmKP0/s640/blogger-image--70627662.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkRekxtWLAM5uwSzm7U2mdfPQxrTc_bM2QCF6JxjcDwpdGTSFoovy0rwCZh0EGGwhHQBVtI93Gq-SPHlgWAuArN6zPfQjv1X33dSaKuYZo7yIGTVT2GvHlD_eHCyu4e9-NHPi8JPKmKP0/s640/blogger-image--70627662.jpg"></a>This possum was what was causing the ruckus.</div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQPgeYKYrCm_Lk5ZXWD2nC0JtO97i2EdZ-g7QiupCML3p9Ie3d_DlBpQMrsf3pWprRXOgAuTm-BQDMqDByLaPo4fN5dHcoBy7cPUW5OtldU-JRjBOrfiJLuzxeu31i5igPZBXsVkXFJ5o/s640/blogger-image--339132924.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQPgeYKYrCm_Lk5ZXWD2nC0JtO97i2EdZ-g7QiupCML3p9Ie3d_DlBpQMrsf3pWprRXOgAuTm-BQDMqDByLaPo4fN5dHcoBy7cPUW5OtldU-JRjBOrfiJLuzxeu31i5igPZBXsVkXFJ5o/s640/blogger-image--339132924.jpg"></a>The bumping was probably Molly because she was having to belly crawl. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB8_d8aGrNXbXvbyCAJbJZeHs7mlm_nj0s61vFNL0o69aIczA6QwES0ZTKNJjnDdPZCkk678P7XKpmx6KOgFGkohghuZQmRDhJVuudestlMHj7I7Gk1jPHURpHQ5Wyb5jvFFFOE7_8tGU/s640/blogger-image--781827521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB8_d8aGrNXbXvbyCAJbJZeHs7mlm_nj0s61vFNL0o69aIczA6QwES0ZTKNJjnDdPZCkk678P7XKpmx6KOgFGkohghuZQmRDhJVuudestlMHj7I7Gk1jPHURpHQ5Wyb5jvFFFOE7_8tGU/s640/blogger-image--781827521.jpg"></a>I didn't realize Gypsy was on the other side of the rail when I took this shot; it was later when I was looking at the pictures that I noticed her there. </div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7ypyaNetfXoDUk4rTSqWzoWsYlvjBDczng8qo2kbHjYkpnct0nnLwZgJwlTgiyFmgcP0IS23gVMnW8SG96Kjg0veHCM91xg7hyeTL1UVhD_tP51IqvXlpTP6n6Y31FSTWIZRBfQZ6-co/s640/blogger-image--317524899.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7ypyaNetfXoDUk4rTSqWzoWsYlvjBDczng8qo2kbHjYkpnct0nnLwZgJwlTgiyFmgcP0IS23gVMnW8SG96Kjg0veHCM91xg7hyeTL1UVhD_tP51IqvXlpTP6n6Y31FSTWIZRBfQZ6-co/s640/blogger-image--317524899.jpg"></a>She moved around to see if she couldn't get it. You know, Mom is right there to protect me. It was just a young small possum, but it still has mighty sharp teeth. </div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKOyFmrUzEnhacDJN4PvDj7U7LU1DCV63qTaOLoJKmLi0K3vRDT1vUbC2ks9bZfE2JxT5aDNkDH4aMZd4YP8IjwmHfnRmwHNIYAE6PQZvavz-z4-JkC1DcyNmFR77y_Cp_xQy0v5-OGjQ/s640/blogger-image-273986092.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKOyFmrUzEnhacDJN4PvDj7U7LU1DCV63qTaOLoJKmLi0K3vRDT1vUbC2ks9bZfE2JxT5aDNkDH4aMZd4YP8IjwmHfnRmwHNIYAE6PQZvavz-z4-JkC1DcyNmFR77y_Cp_xQy0v5-OGjQ/s640/blogger-image-273986092.jpg"></a>It took some doing to make them get out from under there and come in the house. Well, it took some doing to get Gypsy out. Molly minds really well. You talk about dirty!</div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgneK0Bmzz-Ll7qxkPhxyS-G-PDFRGBCt9iKKwA23ScMAtbFp4nPGqwaNMhl5c4CqYJzdPiVPeEwt-6r6FsUTvQiFC8FWeHSZKYCSEGhba0j8CNeOR5o900okjsU-JzIOnj_EdQ7W1GbyY/s640/blogger-image--827326720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgneK0Bmzz-Ll7qxkPhxyS-G-PDFRGBCt9iKKwA23ScMAtbFp4nPGqwaNMhl5c4CqYJzdPiVPeEwt-6r6FsUTvQiFC8FWeHSZKYCSEGhba0j8CNeOR5o900okjsU-JzIOnj_EdQ7W1GbyY/s640/blogger-image--827326720.jpg"></a>These were some dirty little dogs. I let the possum go away this time. Hopefully it will realize this is not the place for it to be. My chickens were already locked up for the night, so they were safe. </div>Becky's Barnyardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16063205586506726637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660658836143621838.post-73171696675077872272015-09-12T11:02:00.001-05:002015-09-12T11:02:41.648-05:00RAIN; FinallyYou came out here and didn't bring apple, really?<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmDobCT9fIH60wjqt4azfkegCzvH7p6ON3tAnALzZpRkTWa1RVysF-RZ6tp21ExuctYP_Lgv-3IC7cIlvQKrj4Ta_3yWtc3FdFnLKFVUMWdfAvtiIa58ZYYPZKMDYiKjPOaPVBpncW7fc/s640/blogger-image-1530670980.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmDobCT9fIH60wjqt4azfkegCzvH7p6ON3tAnALzZpRkTWa1RVysF-RZ6tp21ExuctYP_Lgv-3IC7cIlvQKrj4Ta_3yWtc3FdFnLKFVUMWdfAvtiIa58ZYYPZKMDYiKjPOaPVBpncW7fc/s640/blogger-image-1530670980.jpg"></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi5M9aYFMvR_7qT6uVMeH3eXJ9yz2wlLfi26acJBcN5yrgcM_13ugWkJXXcKPjUbYrVuSAdHpPUhzmLwiaj4nybflel5iRT4XYhisp1O66vbzNZX3a-MrtsHqksgoRC4t04Qgg9jNIDmI/s640/blogger-image--1240161672.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi5M9aYFMvR_7qT6uVMeH3eXJ9yz2wlLfi26acJBcN5yrgcM_13ugWkJXXcKPjUbYrVuSAdHpPUhzmLwiaj4nybflel5iRT4XYhisp1O66vbzNZX3a-MrtsHqksgoRC4t04Qgg9jNIDmI/s640/blogger-image--1240161672.jpg"></a>Oops, a little shadow on the nose. You can tell Poppet is mellowing in her old age. She used to jump and wheel around when you tried to get a close up. </div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBwe9xiXKv4OCEZNcLMNr5DimacVL8FBb7rRhE4K4i6-yrv7Z6XpmBAdeu74aP5Wje0wqhyphenhyphenunUfiswWkS4aqe1q2RJtSMJNne98Mz4HCQJldvL4FaVrvYnJIjoQd_f1Db4KzDw3W1SswA/s640/blogger-image-246123509.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBwe9xiXKv4OCEZNcLMNr5DimacVL8FBb7rRhE4K4i6-yrv7Z6XpmBAdeu74aP5Wje0wqhyphenhyphenunUfiswWkS4aqe1q2RJtSMJNne98Mz4HCQJldvL4FaVrvYnJIjoQd_f1Db4KzDw3W1SswA/s640/blogger-image-246123509.jpg"></a>This past week we had a couple of days of about a quarter of an inch of rain. And then yesterday we got seven tenths. You can see all the brown spots. </div><div><br></div>The whole pasture was brown before the rain. We went for over two months with very little rain. Now we have a little green. I started feeding hay about three weeks ago. Hopefully we will have a little more grass before winter. <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicFP8S9ITcgzO86hx3656bSVKl7r8JpUv9i6fkAOGsjmawffEFQppBem2BRLNjYjLYn7gpPd70RDglI5pVEt0DtChBhYRi3SoaWrFCBntDuT3g3-G0OW59DvVC1TQAqbC6G9SBTL3tTWA/s640/blogger-image--1287021903.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicFP8S9ITcgzO86hx3656bSVKl7r8JpUv9i6fkAOGsjmawffEFQppBem2BRLNjYjLYn7gpPd70RDglI5pVEt0DtChBhYRi3SoaWrFCBntDuT3g3-G0OW59DvVC1TQAqbC6G9SBTL3tTWA/s640/blogger-image--1287021903.jpg"></a></div>Becky's Barnyardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16063205586506726637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660658836143621838.post-42512950807648469222015-09-08T11:17:00.001-05:002015-09-08T11:17:01.969-05:00Cone of Shame<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilLFvIvyENOFzOVyJFIjJpfIuArolYkmPcCET2_kelDGdT6iX_LIM6lDoQWDcD0iKAE_Taf0azOCPlbr1i2p386AJRyDdprXZqsswTy3zpV1TEbA45Y1KMDyoHCoE3-GtY-WObHhY5p_Y/s640/blogger-image--1201595810.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilLFvIvyENOFzOVyJFIjJpfIuArolYkmPcCET2_kelDGdT6iX_LIM6lDoQWDcD0iKAE_Taf0azOCPlbr1i2p386AJRyDdprXZqsswTy3zpV1TEbA45Y1KMDyoHCoE3-GtY-WObHhY5p_Y/s640/blogger-image--1201595810.jpg"></a>Now that is not funny! Here I am hurt and Tony is making fun of me. Actually, I don't think she is in pain; she just has to wear it to keep from scratching the tube out. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX0HbTrpKHije_KQIE8RAN0GqsmplN5sYOFeJMfjGkfEQbX8wLyVJ9HXXzf7d7U8L_HDA0GiRtf1-hlF2e21TsakDasR7fC1NMZAGUKQqytxR9WTLD4d3DU_7WNrxYpOREbyak6QjSP7g/s640/blogger-image-629710742.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX0HbTrpKHije_KQIE8RAN0GqsmplN5sYOFeJMfjGkfEQbX8wLyVJ9HXXzf7d7U8L_HDA0GiRtf1-hlF2e21TsakDasR7fC1NMZAGUKQqytxR9WTLD4d3DU_7WNrxYpOREbyak6QjSP7g/s640/blogger-image-629710742.jpg"></a>She had a hematoma on the tip of her ear. The vet make a couple of slits and put a tube in it last Friday. We go today at 2:00pm to remove it. YAY from both of us. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb_HINrtuGHyb-hz0ToQPT6AqsSBPyJtyJ4rFrtwYMYJYEatBHRXGONSlVf1k85qfiut1yKP4lsH23tpoQ-I8p9GqKyqQ75t9leYU2zSUPVq6KCgWLnadCju8r2opcF8Riz0YalMADWLQ/s640/blogger-image-1672224578.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb_HINrtuGHyb-hz0ToQPT6AqsSBPyJtyJ4rFrtwYMYJYEatBHRXGONSlVf1k85qfiut1yKP4lsH23tpoQ-I8p9GqKyqQ75t9leYU2zSUPVq6KCgWLnadCju8r2opcF8Riz0YalMADWLQ/s640/blogger-image-1672224578.jpg"></a>This is Little Britches going through the woods. Every three or four days we go through the woods spraying scent (cheap perfume of something) trying to keep the fox and coyotes away. We have had a horrible time with foxes eating my chickens this summer. Usually she gets further away from me. At least she is smart enough to know she needs to stay close with that cone on. </div>Becky's Barnyardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16063205586506726637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660658836143621838.post-39168876528600478792015-01-18T20:29:00.001-06:002015-01-18T20:29:34.446-06:00The Little Bitty Bed<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0sUIZat_41oSLKeGwmyq3il3sRSVH6spZdpZIimyqql_B3e2Jd3bgMuPRNsBbDBD4HsGl4iGlWqDzRBt4Vz40OlVP4nBUScUhewdsYEICIFcH2HZLEuDdJ8QArfaw_lRq229MqAGZ7lE/s640/blogger-image--913164668.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0sUIZat_41oSLKeGwmyq3il3sRSVH6spZdpZIimyqql_B3e2Jd3bgMuPRNsBbDBD4HsGl4iGlWqDzRBt4Vz40OlVP4nBUScUhewdsYEICIFcH2HZLEuDdJ8QArfaw_lRq229MqAGZ7lE/s640/blogger-image--913164668.jpg"></a>What?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc0M7HN24aBZLyHr_TDBzvE1Rl-YautPKmxXw1eRdfs_tcGmyIStwEyNu-DhP1ytzDALV09hZWZkSINrW6LoqeOPqS3WomRIuHJQq-_J_IYuNWbZU0Nc76SjejzCOERD-a9t-LqCtbDx0/s640/blogger-image--1320639610.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc0M7HN24aBZLyHr_TDBzvE1Rl-YautPKmxXw1eRdfs_tcGmyIStwEyNu-DhP1ytzDALV09hZWZkSINrW6LoqeOPqS3WomRIuHJQq-_J_IYuNWbZU0Nc76SjejzCOERD-a9t-LqCtbDx0/s640/blogger-image--1320639610.jpg"></a>I most certainly can fit in this bed </div>Becky's Barnyardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16063205586506726637noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660658836143621838.post-29455087372112575862015-01-16T22:55:00.001-06:002015-01-16T22:55:39.398-06:00Nighty Night TimeI practice yoga so I can sleep comfortably at night. This is a really comfy pose. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw52hxvzZgy5fG4jeTDeXKUGLHtHWIeaDyE_ogi443McuX5aKoj_l0GCbqFK-QA-_tuD8ZZ0ScbJcE1uZ8Su96iXDiyR_4SulGDFGM8v3Ntuu_XeD8IHlbx-kPi7JHZLRuv-Lm6qao6ok/s640/blogger-image-1004107320.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw52hxvzZgy5fG4jeTDeXKUGLHtHWIeaDyE_ogi443McuX5aKoj_l0GCbqFK-QA-_tuD8ZZ0ScbJcE1uZ8Su96iXDiyR_4SulGDFGM8v3Ntuu_XeD8IHlbx-kPi7JHZLRuv-Lm6qao6ok/s640/blogger-image-1004107320.jpg"></a></div>Becky's Barnyardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16063205586506726637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660658836143621838.post-57261430426537268652014-06-04T08:24:00.001-05:002014-06-04T08:24:14.855-05:00Lovely Lady BugsI'm thinking these are aphids on this stem and a couple of lady bugs yumming them up!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw7TLRcnm9Ss1Iy_cX4gr9ljBKIIZeN8RYHkQsD7qxM7sybZBrLCN9N0xkFMpJXGkwBPcnHVHW-wvW9H_ZToPpSbvcZgkl2nuJaygYiLXAbsS4mOWcPK2SAl5ZSIvc04OwEvOJcj30Hsg/s640/blogger-image--1615900497.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw7TLRcnm9Ss1Iy_cX4gr9ljBKIIZeN8RYHkQsD7qxM7sybZBrLCN9N0xkFMpJXGkwBPcnHVHW-wvW9H_ZToPpSbvcZgkl2nuJaygYiLXAbsS4mOWcPK2SAl5ZSIvc04OwEvOJcj30Hsg/s640/blogger-image--1615900497.jpg"></a></div>Becky's Barnyardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16063205586506726637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660658836143621838.post-14372216207496269272014-02-12T18:57:00.001-06:002014-02-12T18:57:53.052-06:00My Luck Ran OutIt started sleeting late yesterday afternoon and continued even after I went to bed. My last thought before turning out the light at eleven thirty was "I think we are going to be okay and not lose electricity."<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9u6cKNz9_wERrtAt7pKDzjiRWEuEcPh0b0n5CQ6WVYaLxwDKyL-B4U5_RdqkaXUkh5wwnuWE-LVuMzrLqAGoVfzPDlTfNcBtYqpnyaqWUrKx39MM8_uOTy25dULyaJfFPPspY8rX08PU/s640/blogger-image--1937668168.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9u6cKNz9_wERrtAt7pKDzjiRWEuEcPh0b0n5CQ6WVYaLxwDKyL-B4U5_RdqkaXUkh5wwnuWE-LVuMzrLqAGoVfzPDlTfNcBtYqpnyaqWUrKx39MM8_uOTy25dULyaJfFPPspY8rX08PU/s640/blogger-image--1937668168.jpg"></a>At six, when I woke up; no electricity. It went out around four AM. So, I got up and dressed, went out to feed the chickens and open the hen house. Then I went and put out some blocks of hay for the horses. Oh, I forgot to mention, I started my generator first. I could see Poppet and Suki, but they weren't coming. They were afraid of the noisy generator. Poppet came on to get hers, but Suki had to act a fool first. </div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdO-tw0PrMCoSGckh2YMDjyfd7Z8Engd0nvWWXqTIthrd48jFI3knaL6zcnLjKE07wT75X7GBuCQBEgySsyjCtGv2qg_deGcgruKY4C_OcEquumMa8x7d08bI9hdJUOXBeiyR5WbzTZQw/s640/blogger-image--1796173770.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdO-tw0PrMCoSGckh2YMDjyfd7Z8Engd0nvWWXqTIthrd48jFI3knaL6zcnLjKE07wT75X7GBuCQBEgySsyjCtGv2qg_deGcgruKY4C_OcEquumMa8x7d08bI9hdJUOXBeiyR5WbzTZQw/s640/blogger-image--1796173770.jpg"></a>First we just eat with Poppet until she said no. </div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbHalZ75xCiJKg3D7fOer-Ax4hQKfmh1mlaDk0eraztPc4HTDBUIgoIyCW6RBDhwNfxO8505qL55hyphenhyphen52gdt_suaNIhdwlOkCWwo_MU3GMyRa3TVG53MRDDW8eusFJHCwLVjVZVib1oTHw/s640/blogger-image--1228218766.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbHalZ75xCiJKg3D7fOer-Ax4hQKfmh1mlaDk0eraztPc4HTDBUIgoIyCW6RBDhwNfxO8505qL55hyphenhyphen52gdt_suaNIhdwlOkCWwo_MU3GMyRa3TVG53MRDDW8eusFJHCwLVjVZVib1oTHw/s640/blogger-image--1228218766.jpg"></a>Then we have to be brave because we are hungry. </div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOdek_Bbo8Qg5cvMA3rUk3h_bdkqcpNodwiFOQrILY35UR5Q8OzLgrbgPHtxy-ThL_8zAV77Ub6IZ7P-qlLWaWzxaBpRu4oA2gyJCTckipvwCxeVUEJFTg_n2dZbbZX7oYP3pYw0fR02Y/s640/blogger-image-1441656878.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOdek_Bbo8Qg5cvMA3rUk3h_bdkqcpNodwiFOQrILY35UR5Q8OzLgrbgPHtxy-ThL_8zAV77Ub6IZ7P-qlLWaWzxaBpRu4oA2gyJCTckipvwCxeVUEJFTg_n2dZbbZX7oYP3pYw0fR02Y/s640/blogger-image-1441656878.jpg"></a>Molly is interested in barking at the horses; Gypsy is interested in pulling Molly's tail. </div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg12i1EUz1L-c0udPw4vl1V44d53HVJK_Sn_m4bJOZdR5Y4T3Ok2TBj4ZZ3_vTofAhBEKJCl2KG9pLnQq3tuIXvOX99_C16SsvoS6GO7NddYmWe4Pp-hrN4YHKXyCYEd8T3A2sbg3QphBs/s640/blogger-image--1097210489.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg12i1EUz1L-c0udPw4vl1V44d53HVJK_Sn_m4bJOZdR5Y4T3Ok2TBj4ZZ3_vTofAhBEKJCl2KG9pLnQq3tuIXvOX99_C16SsvoS6GO7NddYmWe4Pp-hrN4YHKXyCYEd8T3A2sbg3QphBs/s640/blogger-image--1097210489.jpg"></a>Only a few chickens had come out of the hen houses. It was noon before most would come out. They would step on the ice and go right back in the hen house. </div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK7EqJggeOUYMSd8XOdHx4IQScMxs0sdStRS8yD8qT-Bp6kSi_q7x_dbO9JuI8G87TNFwhp7hfWCjTfARWhgCCxww0g0jYCbNdAtNxBcqLHkD_-bDN2y8lpfvEDuhmBnuHrCn6kMLsHgE/s640/blogger-image-636504876.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK7EqJggeOUYMSd8XOdHx4IQScMxs0sdStRS8yD8qT-Bp6kSi_q7x_dbO9JuI8G87TNFwhp7hfWCjTfARWhgCCxww0g0jYCbNdAtNxBcqLHkD_-bDN2y8lpfvEDuhmBnuHrCn6kMLsHgE/s640/blogger-image-636504876.jpg"></a>Late this afternoon they found a spot they could scratch around in; a very small spot. </div>Becky's Barnyardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16063205586506726637noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660658836143621838.post-16070393020776804862014-01-21T19:59:00.001-06:002014-01-21T19:59:56.838-06:00Miss HoudiniThis is culprit. <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvxNYY9B6fn_3SFhp7k7vf8cXedBEtSpdKsMKIHZMQT7ImDbgSkssFaV74TQ5ZcWCym_mI7pRWQStKxQWTw5XqeluUEBL0KTQC_c5WO6TaMmcMU7J7c2ERY6VHPhZBaanKAePbAIT0wH4/s640/blogger-image-1899492496.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvxNYY9B6fn_3SFhp7k7vf8cXedBEtSpdKsMKIHZMQT7ImDbgSkssFaV74TQ5ZcWCym_mI7pRWQStKxQWTw5XqeluUEBL0KTQC_c5WO6TaMmcMU7J7c2ERY6VHPhZBaanKAePbAIT0wH4/s640/blogger-image-1899492496.jpg"></a>This morning Molly woke me up barking at five am. So I get up and let her and Gypsy out. I'm thinking they can go out and get this over with and we will sleep till about seven. After about five or so minutes, they come back in and we get back in bed. I'm flip-flopping trying to get back to sleep when I hear a horn honking. I go out and a lady is telling me one of my horses is across the road. I see Poppet in the pasture, so I go to the shed to get a few blocks of hay. I just knew once she sees Poppet eating, she would come back. I come out of the shed and there stands Suki. She follows me to the gate and in she goes. I think I found where she got out. You just never know with Suki. </div>Becky's Barnyardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16063205586506726637noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660658836143621838.post-42069595871906116062014-01-15T11:17:00.001-06:002014-01-15T11:17:24.223-06:00Wrens NestingThis was from last summer; I'm just now posting again. <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNcnNUipOtf2mnLd2whamwDlRvKB80I_z4AiwT9Y29Fj-YhJF7GpMpLZm9xEC6I4M_yZBwdtkyfrtC2pOAL-EukLrcK_oPMDOeXqdUOEd-vQlQOu_Vth8qOZa-jIZnHSB_yj7548imMII/s640/blogger-image--397463535.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNcnNUipOtf2mnLd2whamwDlRvKB80I_z4AiwT9Y29Fj-YhJF7GpMpLZm9xEC6I4M_yZBwdtkyfrtC2pOAL-EukLrcK_oPMDOeXqdUOEd-vQlQOu_Vth8qOZa-jIZnHSB_yj7548imMII/s640/blogger-image--397463535.jpg"></a>One day I noticed dirt on the porch right under the hanging basket and this is what I found. I told the little wrens this was a bad idea. I was going to put this plant in a larger pot. Too bad, she's staying. Okay. This picture was taken on June the 8th. </div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkgSyF5qHLx8gaOE23kxZKMvIZ31f43mNjpD1_6OG3PytUchyQs0stuXvxNLhkGwb4POKIMbFmnhYtehJ0WE2GzCWe-r4A7PvCnnqus88Pez8DwNnxDf2OJ1zkuAHzwFWAQilo3V_-8Zw/s640/blogger-image-425199221.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkgSyF5qHLx8gaOE23kxZKMvIZ31f43mNjpD1_6OG3PytUchyQs0stuXvxNLhkGwb4POKIMbFmnhYtehJ0WE2GzCWe-r4A7PvCnnqus88Pez8DwNnxDf2OJ1zkuAHzwFWAQilo3V_-8Zw/s640/blogger-image-425199221.jpg"></a>June 15th we have a nest of eggs. </div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjonPUhyphenhyphenWwiX04BoGXXBImzTboYX7i0aP9du8iCK7-aMngkQter65KL9cTV340OAIef2tVCDtBGgsZHaAg2VS4dK8mx7Y9jcgiucb2bCTVQGZtIE-E0HRQuYLCdfgsCi_GMqmRbtdavRnY/s640/blogger-image--1288544245.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjonPUhyphenhyphenWwiX04BoGXXBImzTboYX7i0aP9du8iCK7-aMngkQter65KL9cTV340OAIef2tVCDtBGgsZHaAg2VS4dK8mx7Y9jcgiucb2bCTVQGZtIE-E0HRQuYLCdfgsCi_GMqmRbtdavRnY/s640/blogger-image--1288544245.jpg"></a>June 29th, hatching out. That's something, isn't it?</div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEF1hFhnA1PqZpVErGbf92ZBN1KV1iSxLjeYFprfg1ddbnEt0mKyXu8PJfkna2NWqiIdArhPChP_YLvKQJOWAwJNBtvJ6L8yM9O_7_hvLo_98wHlYrh-1NNifEZusy288cTd-9BUvxxow/s640/blogger-image-358842096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEF1hFhnA1PqZpVErGbf92ZBN1KV1iSxLjeYFprfg1ddbnEt0mKyXu8PJfkna2NWqiIdArhPChP_YLvKQJOWAwJNBtvJ6L8yM9O_7_hvLo_98wHlYrh-1NNifEZusy288cTd-9BUvxxow/s640/blogger-image-358842096.jpg"></a>July 5th, Momma, I'm hungry. </div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggKeZhQrrEdNVcj7PXFvwWBkdJK1c8tvaMA0Fk-01nR9jIqfQ6zmej3jMdLg2CYlT2lFxFolNnvTEqmr1I7ywjDIkjxBx89tRLZiHJcvzpToHiEohw_xsKCvDwLiGb1-GU2yEe1FwCOBk/s640/blogger-image-696457566.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggKeZhQrrEdNVcj7PXFvwWBkdJK1c8tvaMA0Fk-01nR9jIqfQ6zmej3jMdLg2CYlT2lFxFolNnvTEqmr1I7ywjDIkjxBx89tRLZiHJcvzpToHiEohw_xsKCvDwLiGb1-GU2yEe1FwCOBk/s640/blogger-image-696457566.jpg"></a>July 10th, Okay, I see you. It was amazing they let me get this close for a picture. Of course, it was really crowded in there. The top was getting thin. </div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5uSvsZLDIjVYPip5guBpRYkVr6ZLlwB0nwkjFIcHtaL8rPqsPfbOC2NdUwLlaAPgsAPLdYABCdNCX8J-k5iiRASPSM3BGZ0V5R2fHIW_QiZOlRnYL41Li8jDH0uvBa5g9lQdplJNk81w/s640/blogger-image-2075406558.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5uSvsZLDIjVYPip5guBpRYkVr6ZLlwB0nwkjFIcHtaL8rPqsPfbOC2NdUwLlaAPgsAPLdYABCdNCX8J-k5iiRASPSM3BGZ0V5R2fHIW_QiZOlRnYL41Li8jDH0uvBa5g9lQdplJNk81w/s640/blogger-image-2075406558.jpg"></a>Empty nest syndrome. Then one or two days later they were gone. I was going to get pictures of them leaving the nest, but they left while I was gone. I was gone only a couple of hours that morning. I was sick I didn't get pictures. I knew it was going to be soon because the day before the mother and father were on the railing chattering to the babies. It was fun watching them. </div>Becky's Barnyardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16063205586506726637noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660658836143621838.post-19239251600380590492014-01-12T19:40:00.001-06:002014-01-12T19:40:51.344-06:00It's Back On<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkmU_N6x6pCg9xA74ZLAKLphL1ru5XPtdPAOtExnISO8mfiEhf-H7HCNPfYp893gpK-d1rUjau-zEElP1lrVhVRJJadLKrpT5gUBJh6eLodDKeOqkWj_4felMMmzwT2DOXnk119u_89CU/s640/blogger-image-693569345.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkmU_N6x6pCg9xA74ZLAKLphL1ru5XPtdPAOtExnISO8mfiEhf-H7HCNPfYp893gpK-d1rUjau-zEElP1lrVhVRJJadLKrpT5gUBJh6eLodDKeOqkWj_4felMMmzwT2DOXnk119u_89CU/s640/blogger-image-693569345.jpg"></a>Saturday I had the tin put back on the barn; yea! They just used the same tin, except one sheet that had a hole ripped in it. I had a sheet in the loft of the barn left over from the original reroofing. It's the one that is discolored. That's Gypsy running for the barn because Molly is there barking at Suki; not good. That's another story. </div>Becky's Barnyardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16063205586506726637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660658836143621838.post-38302806051811949592014-01-05T20:17:00.001-06:002014-01-05T20:17:25.957-06:00The Big StormOn December 21st horrible weather was going on because it was so warm and a cold front was coming through. I think the high was around seventy-five degrees. The wind was blowing really hard all afternoon. I checked the radar on my computor every so often. I think it was around four o'clock it got really bad. I looked out my window and saw my chickens running toward the house just as fast as they could; that's half running and half flying. Then the wind picked up MORE. You could see leaves and debree just flying across the pasture; then it changed direction and then it started going in a circular motion. Of course, I was about to freak at this time. And it was definitely time to freak. But I did alright. The dogs were also extremely scared. Something banged against the house and I looked out the fronted door and this is what I saw. <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwqk67lsGe5xD0fQM5OcUHjBf7REKOQ1iyjyhdxj-ZrT6v1YZtX5t5iO90Se0Bm5jCi50ye_GD8RKtOw7B1gEiCQiwHsxGqyzdq5dgdyol3k2ePAWChfKaBQRAq0-iyMJ7CDMSP3OIATQ/s640/blogger-image-847361858.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwqk67lsGe5xD0fQM5OcUHjBf7REKOQ1iyjyhdxj-ZrT6v1YZtX5t5iO90Se0Bm5jCi50ye_GD8RKtOw7B1gEiCQiwHsxGqyzdq5dgdyol3k2ePAWChfKaBQRAq0-iyMJ7CDMSP3OIATQ/s640/blogger-image-847361858.jpg"></a>The Lord took care of me. The tornado went over my house but didn't touch down here and the damage could have been a lot worse. It did touch down later about fifteen miles from here and it had touched down about eight miles before it came over my house. Some trees about fifty feet on the north side of my house broke off and fell and two uprooted. Luckily the wind was blowing them the other direction. </div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ihpi3G3u2DAHuuXgCUs5Yor5ja0Ihnpri0BhVAtJpOq9a9I7l3bXs7frqfpI4KrIC0FkLm2_Ax4KH-SK-vP-mrVknVBpa7xaHKyGPrrcyECuXQ_XUu6lIFCRQ6rLJLjKh2e6N4M5Rcg/s640/blogger-image--925373195.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ihpi3G3u2DAHuuXgCUs5Yor5ja0Ihnpri0BhVAtJpOq9a9I7l3bXs7frqfpI4KrIC0FkLm2_Ax4KH-SK-vP-mrVknVBpa7xaHKyGPrrcyECuXQ_XUu6lIFCRQ6rLJLjKh2e6N4M5Rcg/s640/blogger-image--925373195.jpg"></a>It also ripped a section of my barn roof off. I can't see my barn from house, so I don't know what my horses did when this going on. </div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK1S6pqGTulGthedtIIV0x32Zh-tPbna3XQSo0nOcvrK7w40Zby4IXKOvGUrEZxU1t7O4u9GGknaRRc4MjH37Bf3VZgeP7AqB6FK1Xc7z6Dcfx5qxEJycuAhvGMA27vxRtB8LU-F8wHQY/s640/blogger-image--643672659.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK1S6pqGTulGthedtIIV0x32Zh-tPbna3XQSo0nOcvrK7w40Zby4IXKOvGUrEZxU1t7O4u9GGknaRRc4MjH37Bf3VZgeP7AqB6FK1Xc7z6Dcfx5qxEJycuAhvGMA27vxRtB8LU-F8wHQY/s640/blogger-image--643672659.jpg"></a>This tree close to the barn broke toward the east, then the wind laid it on the other side of a tree toward the north. </div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMNuwamt-I0EneU_6l7Efr-pFlY8FWPaWNY0pIQzwY3GgBcZ9RemDMid1tS-f33_aixPN3fmtNBPU2s0NEyf4evO04yg6w6jlGpocJQCfsEVQEIqkfQuuoEWiSJdlv3qHHFv-udL-M3mo/s640/blogger-image--1238772484.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMNuwamt-I0EneU_6l7Efr-pFlY8FWPaWNY0pIQzwY3GgBcZ9RemDMid1tS-f33_aixPN3fmtNBPU2s0NEyf4evO04yg6w6jlGpocJQCfsEVQEIqkfQuuoEWiSJdlv3qHHFv-udL-M3mo/s640/blogger-image--1238772484.jpg"></a>We're talking bad stuff. But we're okay now and cleaning up, slowly. I've gotten the shingles on my rood fixed and I have someone lined up to fix the barn roof. </div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0pihNYsKd3zr5xXHV2k53N4ow0_ec8sIqXsfnH3o4VS4uHautWYS1k3p14QsySKo2rOnHRz9UFnCXaYWWdGLMOE8PkSO1Q1-CLde6zzh27Qfcy38H0Hsmqq6khP2tpVOixjKSdVpoksY/s640/blogger-image--245370238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0pihNYsKd3zr5xXHV2k53N4ow0_ec8sIqXsfnH3o4VS4uHautWYS1k3p14QsySKo2rOnHRz9UFnCXaYWWdGLMOE8PkSO1Q1-CLde6zzh27Qfcy38H0Hsmqq6khP2tpVOixjKSdVpoksY/s640/blogger-image--245370238.jpg"></a>Gypsy hid in the back of my closet for two hours after the storm. I don't know how she will act when we get thunder and lightning again. I might have to get her some calming medicine. We'll see. </div>Becky's Barnyardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16063205586506726637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660658836143621838.post-47472240881242846182014-01-03T17:03:00.000-06:002014-01-03T17:03:07.741-06:00Happy New Year<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0sEA7zsB0QJG3o3Zhp41p8SrJiSuEJNVoGVY2pi-XJtaIZEfiqM70L4UC_xbsWI_eks9o6Yt32oF6oxazuPjNg7n_MgdifOa_QmEMN_ky193n8Z4BQ8AnPdLSsM7YovriWd2BltszMLI/s1600/049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0sEA7zsB0QJG3o3Zhp41p8SrJiSuEJNVoGVY2pi-XJtaIZEfiqM70L4UC_xbsWI_eks9o6Yt32oF6oxazuPjNg7n_MgdifOa_QmEMN_ky193n8Z4BQ8AnPdLSsM7YovriWd2BltszMLI/s320/049.JPG" width="320" /></a>Hope everyone had a Happy New Years Day and will have a lovely year. I'm starting back slow to see if I can get back into this blogging. I bought me a snowman bird feeder; because it was just too cute. Birds will eat off it' but it seems they like the other bird feeders better (I think). Probably because it is easier to eat at the others. This morning two goldfinches were on it. </div>
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<br />Becky's Barnyardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16063205586506726637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660658836143621838.post-13957996126269144332013-05-29T20:52:00.000-05:002013-05-29T20:52:22.307-05:00Not Ants <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXzMINsJjuur_FVC2pAWafwBf005M2dsbdgsXx1oYb8aAkluKAGReX7xA1WCKy9Qz7muKnmB50hnPrfKjIXBKf5GTFDS9j92xPzMYF0z5mJ0FIr8B5CYe1L9mdpvXNf5kS41Hce7wTTH4/s1600/F8D49D7A-59FE-430D-B75B-1623BC74D1CA.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXzMINsJjuur_FVC2pAWafwBf005M2dsbdgsXx1oYb8aAkluKAGReX7xA1WCKy9Qz7muKnmB50hnPrfKjIXBKf5GTFDS9j92xPzMYF0z5mJ0FIr8B5CYe1L9mdpvXNf5kS41Hce7wTTH4/s320/F8D49D7A-59FE-430D-B75B-1623BC74D1CA.JPG" width="240" /></a>It was not ants Gypsy was digging for, but I don't know what they are. I saw one fly into the hole and this morning Gypsy found one and ate it. Then she caught this one the I got from her before she ate this one. You would think it stung her. </div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ8DQoH0WDN3Pp3dp7ZMAE6-c9iAoHxiJ2W1fa_qaWyVN75sgn3c2KDL8nALvTyvbFzAw8bHVCT95NSMuNUbYkFnXJgJ5v3qms9JwvTE9-R_21fu40rE07TUWxyH7Cm2sJXBeVJX9wHOM/s1600/D70738A6-BA1F-42C4-9AB0-F36FDF5CE9A2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ8DQoH0WDN3Pp3dp7ZMAE6-c9iAoHxiJ2W1fa_qaWyVN75sgn3c2KDL8nALvTyvbFzAw8bHVCT95NSMuNUbYkFnXJgJ5v3qms9JwvTE9-R_21fu40rE07TUWxyH7Cm2sJXBeVJX9wHOM/s320/D70738A6-BA1F-42C4-9AB0-F36FDF5CE9A2.JPG" width="240" /></a>I just love this picture of Gypsy and Molly. I was stopped at the end of the drive way and it looks like Molly is checking for traffic. Gypsy didn't stay very long in this spot, but she doesn't stay in any spot really long. This is also the last photo before she got a hair cut. </div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc48E7Hp0qc9nWWOaJz3ULHrBXsM2B0BIB3EtUStGlF9KH8GFX46I6lsqJfDrgnboA_ZPWIdgLlrY7kMM-OW8AfxQ1obgKYwJAtzNEnhzx5PCClPxDWWUcc8gQ94fg1-nEHa01_quZAbs/s1600/A6B4D60B-6E6A-4B86-896E-F12D8EC9D92E.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc48E7Hp0qc9nWWOaJz3ULHrBXsM2B0BIB3EtUStGlF9KH8GFX46I6lsqJfDrgnboA_ZPWIdgLlrY7kMM-OW8AfxQ1obgKYwJAtzNEnhzx5PCClPxDWWUcc8gQ94fg1-nEHa01_quZAbs/s320/A6B4D60B-6E6A-4B86-896E-F12D8EC9D92E.JPG" width="240" /></a>But she is still cute. </div>
<br />Becky's Barnyardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16063205586506726637noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660658836143621838.post-3150550596343545492013-05-28T09:30:00.001-05:002013-05-28T09:30:22.295-05:00Found SomethingIn the drive-way there are a lot of little ant holes. <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWxOgGpdP5xJMZqdnuh9iUFZMVE5DWp-rSIbZjPl5FLIZfBSGLdABBKUk6J7qn4GErvSRKidlgFWzsK-LH4Yj74OmB5CNgtqnckGqSYCrTiiNrmyJqpZbIyzYi2fd7oI0G5bCEkCKOGfM/s640/blogger-image-1761529176.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWxOgGpdP5xJMZqdnuh9iUFZMVE5DWp-rSIbZjPl5FLIZfBSGLdABBKUk6J7qn4GErvSRKidlgFWzsK-LH4Yj74OmB5CNgtqnckGqSYCrTiiNrmyJqpZbIyzYi2fd7oI0G5bCEkCKOGfM/s640/blogger-image-1761529176.jpg"></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Gypsy found them so she goes around digging bigger holes trying to get them. </div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqWi2yLi8z4vACCTLZ167Ik6EdPwJhk1IVq07mepm9OBGHRHVdHxpBBdC0zdw-L8lT68_gqru-ksIFD9u7WG7tXi4dP1Mr04sMt3IbaluPXiIw1fQNM990v925Z3my10mYziZCSXDfwJ8/s640/blogger-image-995852901.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqWi2yLi8z4vACCTLZ167Ik6EdPwJhk1IVq07mepm9OBGHRHVdHxpBBdC0zdw-L8lT68_gqru-ksIFD9u7WG7tXi4dP1Mr04sMt3IbaluPXiIw1fQNM990v925Z3my10mYziZCSXDfwJ8/s640/blogger-image-995852901.jpg"></a></div>Thank goodness they are not fire ants. I did have a few mounds in my yard, but hopefully the Over and Out will keep them out. I still have fire ants in the pasture, but if I can keep them out of the yard, I'll settle for that.<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK8Xx9STw4pX7n9GJucVu-t3xIkm3h0m_-2rZMV6gS_joeJreHL5FgtXCfjwXwZqnWu8hVfWUZk9GZmc_dPVtOZA8dacqpqNqn8lG3BptQH_u34-yfkKQRH6nxxkoRp-bnklzqRwxAlnk/s640/blogger-image-624276530.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK8Xx9STw4pX7n9GJucVu-t3xIkm3h0m_-2rZMV6gS_joeJreHL5FgtXCfjwXwZqnWu8hVfWUZk9GZmc_dPVtOZA8dacqpqNqn8lG3BptQH_u34-yfkKQRH6nxxkoRp-bnklzqRwxAlnk/s640/blogger-image-624276530.jpg"></a></div>My pretty clematis!<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimcPV8eheI6DTpDLCqB1SMk1KcUeIaKmzko316woF7SORch6zxvOImJFqyhdyfY-y_Yi6eW1E8cN64RFzOOddWIVjd31c0wjIVQ_8CghvEHPVEpxPqaLEMW7KR3c2dYXgmHiy5AOGy6Cs/s640/blogger-image--736846612.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimcPV8eheI6DTpDLCqB1SMk1KcUeIaKmzko316woF7SORch6zxvOImJFqyhdyfY-y_Yi6eW1E8cN64RFzOOddWIVjd31c0wjIVQ_8CghvEHPVEpxPqaLEMW7KR3c2dYXgmHiy5AOGy6Cs/s640/blogger-image--736846612.jpg"></a></div></div>Becky's Barnyardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16063205586506726637noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660658836143621838.post-68914623208057408612013-05-16T21:39:00.000-05:002013-05-16T21:39:17.629-05:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRvG0jJ_Iu-9jfWsryg3pbEUM229PoLGpCqPeqagwV3eVHOfI2MmecG7gVcYHAix4tJFRppcAfrww4WYX1pT4QO4IBcLK9yTCVLbUxbCPPxBPl11pAEq5vGXci00ZNZOOoMsjPGiBxvvw/s1600/DD41A8B3-51AC-4ECA-A488-6626AF887311.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRvG0jJ_Iu-9jfWsryg3pbEUM229PoLGpCqPeqagwV3eVHOfI2MmecG7gVcYHAix4tJFRppcAfrww4WYX1pT4QO4IBcLK9yTCVLbUxbCPPxBPl11pAEq5vGXci00ZNZOOoMsjPGiBxvvw/s320/DD41A8B3-51AC-4ECA-A488-6626AF887311.JPG" width="240" /></a>This is an evening primrose that I planted last year. It only bloomed in the morning last year and was just half as tall. This year it bloom in morning and evening. Pretty, pretty. </div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi43RhDGx5kMXi7aat5PtNKs5WSHiSUDn5FeV_L2AGBFtTIcOEkhslI7eRqJmUjC_vTlUbdFU2HNnR87pdshiG-_qcp77W8S06nZlw3ngLyFg4ciLtZi3ySAXmzNPqCuQWvCv9Tsj8ZQ6o/s1600/1052D18D-B749-4CF1-AA6D-60480129C894.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi43RhDGx5kMXi7aat5PtNKs5WSHiSUDn5FeV_L2AGBFtTIcOEkhslI7eRqJmUjC_vTlUbdFU2HNnR87pdshiG-_qcp77W8S06nZlw3ngLyFg4ciLtZi3ySAXmzNPqCuQWvCv9Tsj8ZQ6o/s320/1052D18D-B749-4CF1-AA6D-60480129C894.JPG" width="240" /></a>And this is Gypsy digging. She has found a good spot to dig. Under the porch steps. I'm good with it. Dig all she wants to there. </div>
<br />Becky's Barnyardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16063205586506726637noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660658836143621838.post-37949005573584455402013-05-12T21:11:00.002-05:002013-05-12T21:11:41.401-05:00Happy Mothers Day <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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