We got back to normal around The Acre this week. The newlyweds took a short honeymoon to Gatlinburg, then settled in to their new life. We like to say it's a matter of life and death around here, this week we experienced both. But before we get in to all that, we wanted to share a first for us. We were taking a load off to the green boxes and drove past a field of hay that had just been mowed. We saw our first bald eagle. Hawks, we have in abundance. This was our first eagle. We turned around to get a picture of it on the ground, but it wasn't having any part of that. This was the best we could do.
Now we get on to the life part of our week. We put over 40 eggs in the incubator three weeks ago, this week one hatched. We think we might have slipped up somewhere? But then again, we put three dozen under broody hens last month, and only two hatched, so.....
Anyway, the one that hatched was distressed, and Cupcake sprung in to action nursing it back to health.
We named this one "Lazarus" and hope it makes it to adulthood.
Cupcake also brought some Arlee into the Acre this week. It's peonies season. We transplanted some of Arlee's peonies across the road, and they were in full bloom.
A few weeks ago when the boys from the People's Republic were in, we opened up Serendipity. We found we had a water leak somewhere behind the workings of the basement. This week, Lawman took the basement wall off and searched for the leak. We think this is it?
Lucky for us, it was a simple to replace part. In theory. We took the part with us to Camping World down Big Lick way. We searched the shelves in the fixit department, but had no luck. Lawman approached a couple of CW employees who were shooting the breeze, and asked for help finding the part. He was directed to the "parts" department. So we walk over to the parts department, and there is a guy sitting behind a computer, doing his best to ignore us. Lawman gets his attention, and asks for help with the part. The guy points to the sign over his head that reads "Service" and says I need the parts guy, who sits in the chair next to his, but wasn't in the chair at the time. So we ask if maybe, just maybe, he could find us the "Parts" guy. And he did. It was the original employee we approached for help to start with. Lawman was just about out of patience by this time. The "time expired" clicked up when the "Parts" guy said it would be easier to get the part on Amazon, he didn't have one in stock.
So we did. And will probably never darken CW's doorstep again.
While Lawman was in a fixit mode, he replaced the pull starter on the tiller. Again. China sure don't make stuff that lasts.
After he got it started, we both went to work on the barn garden. We are a well oiled machine when we work together.
We've gotten over four inches of rain in the past week, so we had to wait until Saturday to get in the garden to work it up. There was still a couple of spots that were a little moist, but we had to get on top of the weeds before the next round of rain comes.
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| Cupcake gets the weeds in between |
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| Lawman gets the ones in the rows |
We are pleased with the results.
While we were doing our thing in the sun, the DT's took a break in the shade.
And speaking of shade, the cherry trees are just about ready to give us some fruit next week.
Now, on to the "death" part of the week. If dead predators offend your delicate nature, please stop reading here. You've been warned.
For almost a month now, Lawman has been doing a battle of wits with a red fox. And it's not just any red fox, this one has street smarts. Every other fox, red or gray, that comes around always had a predictable pattern. Lawman would set up a camera, get said pattern identified, occupy the sniper nest, then eliminate the problem. This foxxy fox had no set pattern, and it became personal. One thing Lawman can't abide, is a disruption of his sleep pattern, and this guy was keeping him up at nights.
So when Lawman would get up in the middle of the night for a potty break, he would scan the lower acres. Just as luck would have it, a 0400 potty break coincided with Foxxy Fox passing through the front yard. Badda Bing, his luck ran out.
Lawman left him in the yard as a warning to the other chicken killing bastards, but when we woke up, it was gone. So we turned the DT's loose and told them to find him. They ran straight to the spot where Lawman shot him, then made a bee-line for the woods. Augustus stopped at the woodline and pointed. Lawman walked in the woods, and there he was. We're not sure if it drug it's self to the woodline, or if something carried it off, but we were kind of impressed with the dogs. It's almost like they had a plan. And we certainly have never trained them to point.
Anywho, until we can get the "skulls of our enemies" display up and running, we used this method to signal the neighbors of our victory.
Sunday rolled around, and it was a nice, cloudy, drizzly day.
So we took a nap.
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