SATURDAY SNAPSHOTS: LIFE’S PACE

“…how fast and furious and masterly life is…” – Virginia Woolf

TRACKS MISC BARLEY DARTS FEB 2018

TUESDAY TAIL TALE: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

RICK AND MAYA BARLEY DARTS

I’m Maya and this is my boy!  And guess what?  Tomorrow’s his birthday.  He’s much older than I am, so be kind.  In dog years, he’ll be 99!  But, I still think he looks pretty good for his age, don’t you?  Anyway, he’s got his job and I’ve got mine.  And even though we have a long-distance relationship these days, we stay in touch.  So, here’s my shout out to him:  Happy Birthday!  I hope you have a howling good time.  Paws and kisses.  Love, Maya.

TUESDAY TAIL TALE: SURPRISE!

PORCUPINE IN TREE 2018 BARLEY DARTS

Why are you humans in such a damn hurry?  Are you even aware of your surroundings?  No, you’re not hearing things.  Look up!  I’m high above your head, at the top of this tree.  Now, you squint against the sun and ask, “What am I?”  Maybe, you even back away to a safer distance.  Well, I’m not a bird or a raccoon.  And I’m too small to be a bear cub.  So, let me give you a hint:  I’ve stripped away bark at the top of the tree.  Why?  I’m eating it.  Still guessing?  I’m a porcupine.  So, why didn’t you expect to see me way up here?

WEDNESDAY’S WORD: PRECARIOUS

HEN AND CHICK FEED BARREL 2018 BARLEY DARTS

PRECARIOUS: Risky, unsafe, unstable, not secure, dangerous, or uncertain.

Our banty hen lives life on the edge.  She insists on roosting:

… away from the other chickens

… in our feed shed

… with a jumbo-sized chick

… tucked underneath her

… on the edge of a barrel

… filled with fermenting, pig slop.

TUESDAY TAIL TALE: NOW YOU SEE ME. NOW YOU DON’T.

WHITE OUT BARLEY DARTS JAN 30 2018

 

Today there are white-outs, with wind gusts up to 55 mph.  Meanwhile, I’m tucked safely away, somewhere out here.  When the wind dies down, I’ll reappear.  I’m camouflaged in winter white and often cloaked in the dark of night.  But, just before sunrise, we can play tag.  While your headlights may catch my shadow,  you’ll never catch me.  In fact, I can leap 10 feet in one bound.  And even if you drive 30 mph, I’ll zig-zag in front of you with ease.  Then, I’ll kick it in to high-gear at 40 mph and be gone in the blink of an eye.  Allow me to introduce myself:  I’m your neighborhood Jackrabbit.

TUESDAY TAIL TALE: FEED

TIMBER TRUCK CROPPED 2017 BARLEY DARTS

 

Timber here.  I’m on my way to pick up more pig and chicken feed.  They sure do eat a lot.  Guess, that’s to be expected.  It’s been really cold here, so they’re eating and burning more calories to keep from freezing to death.  Boy, it’s a good thing they have me around to keep an eye on ’em.  And it’s a good thing I helped put up lots of hay this year, too.  Don’t know how the cows, goats, and horses would’ve survived without it.   Anyways, I know you’re worried about me, too.  And I bet you’re wonderin’ how I handle such extreme weather.  Well, I eat a hardy breakfast that keeps me going strong, all day long.  But promise me, you won’t tell my canine cousins that I have a heated day shelter.  And I swear I’ll deny it, if you ever tell ’em I sleep inside with the bosses at night.

(Note: this photo of me was taken in the summer.  Trust me, if my tongue was hanging out the window now, it’d be a goner.)

FRIDAY FRONTIER: HUNTING RAM

TRUCK RAM BARLEY DARTS

 

We went hunting today.  This time, it wasn’t for deer or elk.  Instead, we searched for a replacement Ram for the homestead.  Sadly, our faithful Ram must be retired.  Its final days will be spent out on pasture.  So, after grieving, we sought out viable prospects.  However, it’s been twenty-years since either of us tracked one down.  And naturally, today’s most handsome Bighorns are going to be higher.  Fortunately, we won’t be eating tag soup.  We found a good guide.  We don’t even purchase a license, until we get what we want.  Decisions.  Decisions.