Men or Famine

Not what you're thinking gals! But that would be nice as well.

After a few months of a horrid shortage of labor at the Ranch, suddenly it's men! Working men!

Jim, our Ranch Advisor - more like a Mentor, flew home after recovering from surgery in Michigan. I don't know who was happier to see whom at the Eagle airport, but I'm glad he's home from his other home. We are busy planning finishing old projects and starting new already.

Before the airport run, I ran up to Vail to pick up Micah, a schoolmate of my baby brother Van at School of Mines. Micah rode up from the Front Range to work for the holiday weekend. For a post graduate scholar, he didn't once get distracted by something so modern as a computer, but knuckled down to the basics of farm and ranch. He more than earned his kibble after a long hot day by whipping up some delicious mussels. I made biscuits.

Neither of us could figure out why the animals were shirking their photographic duties. The turkeys played ostriches in the fresh tilled garden, but not for the camera. The doves sassed the hens in the water bath, but not for a photo. The Bantam chick played roadrunner all day - zoom zoom. Katie fetched her Kong through throngs of birds, totally ignoring them and sending them into flight, but not when there was a camera; the birds remained unaffected.

I'm recharging my batteries.

FBI on the move

Had a moment that might equal my favorite blogger, Kittbo, on the DNC. I was driving to physical therapy when the 75 mph zone was locked in at 60 mph. Excuse me? I time my appointments well, and this is as bad as stock trailers moving the sheep in the spring and fall. Finally advancing upon a great vehicle, fancy with federal blue & chrome, I slowly pass the FBI mobile command center from Los Angeles returning home. I tell you, this beast of a rock star RV was most impressive, enough that I didn't want to have a wreck tyring to get a pic on my cell phone like the rest of the wavering vehicles. Here's a shot from Mike of it parked.

Pond Silliness

Zipping up to our neighbor's ranch to release some doves for training, we were distracted by the wire strung across the over-flooded pond. Jared took a test run getting his feet wet. By the time I got the camera, he was perched for a second run. Jared asked Chuck where he got the truck for the wire, and Chuck admitted he built it! We covet this setup for our pond. When it's not just a wishful hole in the ground, that is....