LOL...such a girl:)
Well, an ax is quick, not much effort has to be put behind it. I have more problems with disposing of the remains then the actual killing. Right now, I just threw the cushion back on top...The one from yesterday is still on the shovel I scooped it up with. I’m going to have to get them out tho, or it’s going to smell...
Becky
Well, we’d be a good team I guess, because I don’t have a problem with the dead bodies... I’ll pick them up if you axe ‘em. :~)
‘Morning y’all!
Becky, that’s kinda scary about those copperheads. It sounds like there may have been a nest hatch out so you may have quite a few around there for a while. Be careful where you step and put your hands!
One of my cats found one last night in my front flower bed. I’m not sure if she caught it and brought it there or if she just found it and was playing with it. It was a small one, about as big around as my little finger and about a foot long, but they’ll kill ya just as dead. I wasn’t 100% sure that it was a copperhead, but it was mottled brown and it was dark so it didn’t get the benefit of the doubt. I hate to kill them too, but I don’t wanna get bit on the foot next week when I’m watering the plants. I think they’ve started coming up close to the house for water.
This drought has gotten so bad that all kinds of critters are looking for water. I’ve been finding drowned mice every day in the bucket that I catch the drip from the AC unit in. When it’s this hot and humid, it’ll fill up nearly a 5 gallon bucket in a day, so I catch it and pour it on my flower bed. It keeps it from making a muddy mess under the drip tube and helps my flowers too.
In other news, we had a nice ride on Saturday. It was a Cowboys for Christ ride and was at the farm of an old riding buddy of mine. He has several hundred acres and we just rode on his place, so it wasn’t a very long ride, but it was nice to meet new people and see new places. The group was quite varied with young and old, gaited and non-gaited, experienced and not. There were a lot of pretty horses there and I enjoyed getting to tour the farm. He has a barn to die for. I took pictures but I ran off and forgot my bag that has my camera cables in it so you’ll have to wait until tomorrow to see the pictures. :o(
But the really interesting news is that this particular friend, H.L., had quite a bit of excitement in his life last week when his horse took a really bad fall with him. He was out riding alone on his own home trails with his older horse when the horse stumbled going down a hill and couldn’t regain his balance. After going head over heels, the horse landed on his leg and didn’t get up. He thought the horse had broken it’s neck and was dead, but it wasn’t, it was apparently just knocked unconscious. But he couldn’t get out from under it and he couldn’t reach his cell phone, so all he could do was lay there and hope that somebody came looking for him. But after about 30 minutes the horse woke up and got up off of him, but then he discovered that his artifical hip was dislocated and he couldn’t get up himself, but he did manage to reach his cell phone then and called for help.
But the cool thing is that when his horse got up, he turned to H.L. laying on the ground and nudged him, like he was saying “Get up!”, and then he stood there over him until help came, and even stood there with him when the med-flight helicopter landed. Now THAT’S a good horse! At first H.L. wasn’t going to let them put him in the helicopter because he had been in a bad helicopter crash while serving in Vietnam, but they finally convinced him and he went. The doctors did manage to get his hip back in the socket without surgery and the only other damage he had was a small tear to the rotator cuff on his right arm and lots of bumps and bruises. So I’d say he was a very lucky man. He said that when the paramedics were coming through the woods to get him that he overheard them talking amongst themselves about “what’s a 75 year old man doing out riding alone in the woods”, but then they saw him and they understood a little better. He may be 75, but he’s a former Marine, about 6’3”, slim as a rail and tough as nails. I hope I do as well when I get to be his age!