Soup Weather?

 Soup Weather?

 

It really is not cool enough for soup weather, but it just sounded good, so a package of carrots, a bunch of celery, a can of chicken breast, some white pepper, a bit of salt, and some butter made a decent bowl or two of soup. Still have some for later, or it can be frozen to use when the weather actually gets cold. The old woman is actually rushing things just a bit. MUCH prefer cool weather to any kind of heat. Oh, along about February or March, those warmer days of 80 or slightly above will definitely appeal to me for sure. For now, the living room curtains are pulled back so the dogs can watch the freaking squirrels running along the top of the fence. Took them outside a few minutes ago and a squirrel jumped out of the tree and made a bee line for the apricot tree by the hen house. Of course, they didn’t catch the varmint, but they told it what they thought about it.

 

Sharon Dickerson called and wanted the low down on how to raise a few chickens so she could let her son David know how to get started and a few things to help him take care of them. Spent some time online to verify what had already proven to be good ideas from past experience. Know for sure that the Hamburgs are not a good chicken for beginners. Those critters can fly and are a bit aggressive. Even with one wing clipped, they manage to get out or into an area that one would prefer not finding them! They are absolutely beautiful, but beauty doesn’t do much when they hide their eggs. Mine did that more often than lay in the nests in the brooder. Was very happy to give them to BR so that they could run around her farm and hide eggs as if it were perpetually Easter!

 

The dogs got me up this morning before six. Not sure exactly where the noise came from, but it sounded as if someone might have been pounding on the old truck beds down from us near the road. It was probably over at the hospital since the sound of their little zippy golf cart things was easily distinguished. Not sure how many they have of those things, but it must be several. And they are busier than ever over there it seems trying to get the new fence up and secured. Not sure if our neighborhood will ever be considered a good place to live with the criminally insane right across the road. Oh well.

 

Still no rain to speak of. It looked so promising there for a bit, but other than getting some few puddles on the roadway, we simply did not get enough rain or sprinkles to wash a person’s face! And now there is something on the internet about a third type of La Nina or some such. It means the West will get washed away, and we will dry up and go to dust again. Dadgumit!

 

Today was Thanksgiving in Canada and Columbus Day here. Some claimed it was indigenous day—meaning that the members of our family who were Cherokee could claim they didn’t invite Columbus to lunch! Whatever the situation, here we are and that is how it is. A friend of ours over in Archer City showed a picture of his Cherokee father back in 1936 with some other Indians as representatives of the Native Americans in this country. Roger’s dad was proud of his heritage and taught his children to carry their heads high. Sounds ok to me. Some of the English in our family were downright ornery, but no more than the Irish or Scots among the brood. Our family is a complete “duke’s mixture.” The Bavarian is interesting because of some of the genetic markers—white streaks of hair, dumpy bodies, great eyesight, and steady hands. Uncle Leonard was the epitome of the Dutch looking side of the family. But he could climb a tree pretty well because he was a sniper in WWI. They called them sharpshooters back then. By the time he came into my world, he was a big, heavy man. But he was also sweet. Daddy bought some guns from him to help him travel to Washington state to live because it was better hunting country up there in his estimation. One of the guns was what Uncle Leonard called an elephant rifle because the bullet was so large and heavy that it could take down an elephant. Don’t think he ever shot an elephant, however.

 

Got two whole eggs today! Have a treat ball in the nesting box that seems to bumfuzzle the girls. Guess a golf ball would have been better. Oh well. It might take an ostrich to lay that treat ball because it is much too big for one of the hens.

 

Read about the missiles being shot into the Ukraine. No matter what kind of war crime they care to call it, Putin is asking for major trouble if they ever get their hands on that guy. It is just horrible to throw big bombs at children and other civilians. That would be about like aiming at the schools in WF or any other city. May God protect the folks who are just trying to survive this horrible war. Read the other day that some of those folks can’t even think about helping their neighbors when they are afraid to let the least thing go because their own children and families are starving. They don’t have any assurance that they will be helped by anyone. Well, come to think of it, many folks in the little islands around Florida might feel the same way because they have not received the help they need after this horrible hurricane. Surviving is hardly enough when it is in contrast to how their lives were just a few weeks ago! May we know how and be inspired to help others as we can.

 

We should be praying for God’s intervention and His blessings on all those who are struggling to survive right now. There, but for the grace of God, go we. Let us pray, let us love others as He has loved us.

 

Rest and rejoice in the life of each day, my friends. You are loved.