Posted on 06/09/2015 5:58:35 PM PDT by nickcarraway
The cause of an early morning fire north of San Diego was an electrocuted bird falling from an active power line
A bird carrying a snake in its talons struck power lines north of San Diego, sparking a hillside fire just west of The Merge.
San Diego Police arrived to the location on Dunhill Street near the intersection of Interstates 5 and 805 just before 6 a.m.
Flames were burning very close to businesses including the General Atomics building, officials said.
Officers called in San Diego Fire-Rescue crews who contained the fire within an hour.
Fire officials initially told NBC 7 a bird with a snake in its mouth was electrocuted on a power line and fell to the ground, sparking the fire. A photo released by officials later shows the snake in the hawk's grasp.
"A hawk that hit the high voltage power line, caught fire, and fell to the ground," SD Fire-Rescue spokesperson Lee Swanson said in a written release.
There were no structures damaged and no evacuations ordered.
This area of San Diego is home to many companies in the region's biochemical industry.
If you cut the stems off the bananas, but leave the peel sealed, and then put them in the refrigerator, they will keep much longer. I learned this from Miss Kitten in my WW meeting.
That is good to know! I usually just buy two at a time because I usually only need four of the ulcer cocktails to get the ulcers under control.
I just went to make a mini-bagel sandwich with the left over roast beast from yesterday, and some Great Value Cream Cheese Spread. I will NEVER, EVER (to the nth degree) buy Great Value Cream Cheese Spread, or even Cream Cheese. The pull date was 11-13-15 and it had already begun to separate! GAH!
That tears it. Payday, I’m going to WinCo. I hear the prices are cheaper and the employees are shareholders, so they have a vested interest in good quality products. I would like to replace the cream cheese now, but I am in no mood to deal with a Walmart employee.
Fred-the-caseworker came this morning, and he was as irritating as ever. He asked if I had “mop, broom and cleaning supplies” and I told him, “I’m a girl: they were issued at birth.” I guess he realized how inane his question was, and even though I told him in the letter that I had spinal arthritis, he asked me what jobs were hard for me to do. So I told him, “All of them.”
His visit upset me so much I began having chest pains. I already told him I was in bed from 1100 yesterday, so flexibility as his company defines it is dependent on my disease. I know he’s only doing his job and that he has many clients to keep track of, but he has an Apple Something that he has my file in and adds notes to when he is here. He also said that his company deals “with people over 60” and I’ll bet not many of them are disabled. I reminded him that people with disabilities have a hard time handling change. For all the good it will do.
Now, I wish I had a nice, cold six pack to make the day go quicker!
Rope I have...
So I endeavored to educate myself on this wolf ring thing and all I found was jewelry.
And a secret amulet in some video game. They say it's found in the lower area of Darkroot Garden..
I have read several books where wolf rings were utilized by the native cultures, both in the Eurasia and North America where small parties of hunters or travelers, when having to camp for the night, would surround the camp with a rope circle.
I just checked on Wiki, and nothing showed up, so I’m thinking I would have to check all 200 references, because I don’t know what to put in for a key word.
Basically, the ring surrounded the camp, a fire was built in the middle and someone stood guard all night to make sure the fire didn’t go out. The wolves would not cross the rope. I don’t know how you could implement this without the fire department getting antsy, but perhaps you may know how to make a better search.
Perhaps colleges? Like AZ and NM? Europe? Russia? I’m sure it isn’t a local legend.
Ah, that actually sounds like the same aliens. Do you have any polyps on your stomach?
I had to convince them that I was thier life-support system and they had to treat me better. That solved the arrhytmia problem (they'd set up a jazz quartet) and the stomach problem (they really like spicy Indian food).
Their ball games still hurt my back sometimes, though.
Alaska? Canada?
FWIW: The trick to finally getting the aliens to come to terms was reading a will out loud until they begged me to stop. They're far more useful than most people think.
I wish I’d have thought of that.
I had to stop putting the sound part into my wills. It made the lawyers laugh too hard.
And I’m not even going to TALK about what happened when my body came up.
The only thing I have in my stomach is ulcers. Since I can’t take prescription drugs, I have to rely on home and herbal remedies to get me back on track. Cheaper, but not deductible when it comes to rent. *sigh*
I saw my stomach, once upon a time. What was supposed to be gray was a rather pretty pink, which, I was told, was a sure sign of inflammation. I was then put on Tagamet, but after a year, I quit taking it. It took over 20 years for the “inflammation” to return, so now, I eat ulcer cocktails. Not too bad as meds go...
I’ve been working on my six-pack, but it’s still pretty much of a blob.
They freaking avoid me like the plague!
Ahhh. There’s the rub. Perhaps my Executor could read my Will out loud, but it is only two pages, so it’s not really a bedtime story. Only my kids will be there (and maybe their kids) to learn that my daughter is being written out. Whatever she has of mine now is what she is going to get.
Umm..
Kinda hard to put a rope ring around 78 acres.. ;-)
Now if it were something that would convince the coywoofs to stick their neck into it and thus hang themselves it would be useful. We have plenty of space to hide the remains and fatten up the buzzards. Probably would work on the excess bambi population also.. ;-)
Probably could rig up a deadfall kind of thing but since at least one of our out-indoor felines is not the smartest rock in the quarry he’d probably off himself in it.
Local fire department would frown on a open fire. At night. Hard to convince them that you’re burning brush at midnight. ;-)
The ring would only have to surround the house and outbuildings. Perhaps the Coywoof ring and a night or two of the DARKS on patrol would be sufficient to convince the Alpha-Coy of his erring ways.
Yep, I figured the NYSFD would fwown on a Bonnie-fire. *sigh* I meant well, in any case.
I’m sure you know that from experience, Oh Great and Monstrous One of Unnameable Evilness.
Smaug would cower in your presence. ;o]
Bill has some beer. I’d send it to you if I could!
I wish things had gone better with Fred-the-caseworker. Maybe he’ll cough up something useful.
Not sheep, not poisonous.
Must be dangerous.
What are gallbs, and why are they climbing ladders?
I understand that you and medications don't get along so filter this through your experience.. Tagamet is a H2 blocker (antihistamine) and one of the older drugs for this sort of thing. Have you tried/looked into some of those newfangled things - PPI's - such as Prilosec (available generic at Wallyworld as Omeprazole), Prevacid, Nexium (I've seen Nexium OTC also at Wallyworld), or AcipHex. Don't know if any others are available OTC or generic. Maybe if you didn't need to take it every day you could tolerate it?
Might not be as cheap as ulcer cocktails though.
I'm thinking that it will require a ventilation process. If the bangbang ventilator device was more easily accessible, I could have performed that service for the critter the other night (seeing as how it was in the perfect direction that was clear of habitation for about two at least miles.) Not to mention that it was beside a road and the evidence would have reposed in the ditch where after a few days it would be indiscernible as to whether it had been ventilated or whacked by a passing SUV..
Unfortunately this is the realm of the sonofformeremperorCuomo so if there were to be any bangbang ventilator-like devices on the property they would of needs be not-easily-accessible. You know, buried out in the field northeast of the silo. With the items, if any, that survived the terrible boating accident.
SonofformeremperorCuomo (and his ilk) has a deep fear of such items readily at hand on one of those old fashioned gunrack thingies..
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