Sunday, October 31, 2010
Hallow'een and first snow
This is the jack o' lantern picture from two years ago, not this year's, but I spilled coffee on my ancient Sony camera and may have done it in. I dried it out and took a picture of the lantern, which came out, but I can't get the camera to connect to the computer.
The coffee spill happened because I got so frustrated with all the geriatric hunters on the back roads on Saturday morning, the first day of the season. After one particular old codger had held me up for several minutes, not letting me get by, tooling along at five miles an hour, all over the road, I peeled away from him at the next stop sign, and of course lost my coffee.
That'll teach me to be impatient with an old guy.
But really, you're not even going to see a deer on the road at 9.30 am, never mind shoot one! They're all bedded down in the woods. You need to be in the woods, either in a stand, or tracking one in the snow. These fellas that tool around on the roads are not really hunting.
Meanwhile, the rest of us have work to do, granddad. The least you could do is look in the rear view mirror every once in a while and see the line of cars behind you!
Good grief, Charlie Brown.
We had a trick-or-treater come by, an infant ladybug, accompanied by proud parents, our neighbors. This was our first and only trick-or-treater in five Hallow'eens at the Great Farm.
We're a little off the beaten track. And we don't have candy. Aimee made cookies, though.
The other big deal was the first snow, this morning. Big slushy, heavy, two-inch wide flakes. The Eskimo must have a special word for that kind too. Of course it didn't stick around long.
Last year's first snow was October 18th.
I'd gotten the pigs to the butchers and on to the pig club members, but I hadn't done the banking, nor had I gotten in all the firewood we needed. This year I haven't done the pigs, but the firewood and baking are just fine.