My Sky Color

A forty something Dad, Husband, Engineer guy living in Western Oregon. Reflections on all things in life. A few technical things and whatever else comes along.

Thursday, March 29, 2007

Spring Cleaning or Shearing

One of the funnest and funniest things that happens this time of year. The three goats get their wool sheared. They go from big puff balls to scrawny little goats. The transfermation is amazing. You know how your dog runs all over like a crazy animal after you give it a bath? Well goats do the same kind of thing. The scamper around and butt heads for days afterward.

The best part about this years hair cut was there weren't a bunch of white little lice crawling all over the goats.

The first to pictures are of Double Stuff. He is often mistaken for a sheep. The last picture is of Marshall post hair cut. DMP

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Sunday, March 11, 2007

Little Big Dog 2

That puppy isn't getting any smaller. Remy continues to eat, sleep, poop and play. She is a sweet puppy. She is starting to show her own personality and freedom. She'll give you the, "I can't here you," treatment when you are trying to get her to come. The photo above is a couple weeks old.
The photo below was taken a few minutes ago. Sharing the couch can be a challenge if she wants to stretch out. She has a huge pillow on the floor that she typically sleeps on.

Spring showed up today at 70 degrees! It was weird. DMP
Dogue de Bordeaux
French Mastiff
Bordeaux Mastiff

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

I Love it When She Talks Like That
So the raccoons won't give it a rest. A while back the little dog, Chewie, tree a coon out by the barn one night when the Mrs. was locking in the chickens. I blasted it. About a week ago, same thing, only this time the varmint was in the barn. I grabbed the trusty 12 gauge, but couldn't get a shot without adding a vent to the barn. He ran out and was lost to the dark night.
I man has a few things he really likes to have his wife say to him. Last night I was trimming finger nails with the lads when my wife bangs on the bathroom window and yells... Oh, it was a dream come true. She yelled, "Get your shotgun!" I only had two fingers left to trim so I finished and grabbed up the trusty "problem solver." The raccoon was up a tree. C. shined the light on the critter and I let him have it with a load of #4 buckshot. Then much to my surprise C. says there's another one inside the barn. I've already played this game but alas I don't get a shot for fear of structural damage to the barn. The little bandit ran out and was gone into the night. I almost blasted Harvey the pig in the darkness.
We looked around a bunch but couldn't find 'em. So we disposed of the carcass of the unlucky one. I was really frustrated knowing there was another coon out there that was sure to come back. So we did some more looking with the light. There are tall trees all around the barn that they typically run up. There is one fir that is a favorite but we just couldn't see any shiny eyes. Then I notices a funny colored spot that had two white horizontal stripes. So we studied that for a minute and figured out it was Mr. #2. He was laying low hiding up in the branches. So I took a whack at him. He hit the ground with a big "whump." It was screaming and growling and flipping up into the air about 3 feet. So I had to administer the coup de grace.
Both of those raccoons were very healthy at between 20-30 pounds. Hopefully the cats will get their food to themselves and the chickens won't feel threatened. We lost four chickens this winter. DMP