During my years as a gym rat, Jack and I went to the same gym. I saw him daily. He was a ripped body builder with an un-naturally dark “tan.” He always had a smile on his face and a kind, encouraging word for the people around him.
Seemed like he was ALWAYS at the gym, but I remember a story about him being a horse trainer and another involving working with a bear, he showed me photos of the bear on his phone. Could’ve been “in the industry.”
I was saddened to hear today that he died of cancer.
He was larger than life and such a vibrant person. My heart goes out to his family and I am grateful to be among all of the lives that he touched. I don’t even know his last name, but I wholeheartedly wish him peace.
I laughed when I saw this, as many years ago someone talked a buddy of mine into getting one for his black lab puppy to wear while we were house boating. Within 5 minutes the dog swam out of it, was pulling it around in the water and later dragged it to shore to chew on it.
As an aside, Kev has an electric orange vest for our dog wears when she goes sailing - lots of folks laughed when they saw her (she looked like a buoy) but we had a practical reason, if she was washed overboard, we could use the gaff to grab the handle to haul her back on board.
I’ve heard myself complaining pretty much non-stop for the past few weeks. Sure things can be annoying, but I really don’t have anything BAD going on in my life, so I need to STOP, and refocus. Plus, I hate when other people do this. SO unattractive. So feel free to knock me upside the head if I whine even once.
I inherited three of these roosters a two weeks ago. They are Carlisle Old English Games as far as I can tell. The guy who had them had eaten the other three, he didn’t brine or age the meat and then BBQ’d it - a BIG mistake as roostrs have nearly no fat, and need time and brine to make them more palatable / edible. PLUS,these roosters are probably a pound or two — smaller than a Cornish Game Hen that you’d see at the grocery / butcher. Not much meat and these peanuts re only half grown - so a lot of buck, but not a lot of bang. I was glad to take them, despite the glut of roosters I already have.
I spent Saturday AM (EARLY) out watching for trash dumping trucks coming into the canyon. We saw easily 50 and maybe closer to 100 last weekend, but this time, when we were ready to film them, they didn’t show. Grr. Next time. Still, sleuthing is fun…
BUFF LACED POLISH (Hen and Chick) - Sunday 7 (#4)
The bottom photo is the picture that inspired me to start raising chickens many years ago. I had never seen a fancy breed before and I just loved the way this bird looks.
The first go-around I bought leftover chicks from a feed store - Barred Rocks, a Cochin, Seabrights, and Cornishes. I still have most of them. Over time I ordered other breeds but Polish never fit into the plan.
Ideal Hatchery offered baby chicks at $1 apiece and I bought the minimum. They are all “Top Hat” breeds. Polish, Houdan, Crevecoeur, Sultans. Really pretty birds.
Their prominent crest is caused by a protuberance, or knob, atop the bird’s skull, from which the feathers grow.
The bottom chick photo is a white Crested Black Polish, and a Sultan. The Sultan will be solid white as an adult. It have all of the poultry bells and whistles - crest, beard, muff, extra toes, V-comb, blue ears (I think),
The bottom hen is an adult White Crested Black Polish Chicken. Fashionable!
These are some featherless hens I rescued on Saturday. They really look bad. A couple are so featherless that I’m not sure what color their feathers will be when they grow back in. The guy had a ton of roosters and these hens are partially denuded by over-breeding. Could also be parasites or a skin condition, so I’m addressing that as well.
Naked hens get sunburned.
I brought them home safely in a couple of boxes, however, one box fell apart as I was carrying it up the stairs and the bald hens ran all over the neighborhood before i could round them up again. Suckers are fast without feathers - more streamlined maybe?
They can relax now and eat, dust bathe and one is still laying eggs.
No, She’s not dead…she’s just no longer mine and that is exceedingly hard to process.
I made the hard decision last week to find another home for her. She was killing chickens and I didn’t want to have to keep her in a pen for the rest of her life. Killing is a very hard habit to break especially when one is not around all of the time to keep on top of it. I don’t know if she learned this behavior from Rajah, the old man dog i lost recently, but I can’t have it.
So, I posted a notice on Facebook and the response was amazing.
A friend of a friend hooked me up with the owners of a 10 acre Alpaca and horse farm in Ridgecrest. So, early this morning I drove out to the high desert and dropped her off. Fingers crossed that she fits in. They have a 2-pound Chihuahua (I don’t think Maya realizes it’s a dog), and a 150 pound Maremma male whose is only 2 years old. She learned quickly if she barked at him he’d run and hide. I think that if she can adjust, she will be happy and do well here. Nice couple, the woman is a graphic designer (like me!) and the husband a retired engineer.
Coming home to just one dog was harder than I expected.
SUNDAY SEVEN - 1
Pictured above are day-old India Blue pea-chicks (baby peacocks for the non-poultry crowd). Apparently they are nearly impossible to keep alive to maturity, but what the hell, I’ll give it a go. Cross your fingers for me! They are noisy little buggers (though sleeping currently).
The second photo shows a size comparison - they are the same size as 2 week old [standard breed] chicken chicks.
Deaths heads are on their way. If you didn’t get a chance to read the pre-order description in the excitement of placing a pre-order it states that they will be dispatched around the middle of August and we’re still on track to get them out for then! We’re working to get them out as soon as possible but you should receive yours in the next few weeks. The remaining deaths heads will be available at the start of September.
Kind of cool and kind of creepy - also the moths from Silence of the Lambs...think Hannibal Lechter received his in a pizza box? Hmm… THey are pretty though
My first day as a teacher is 2 weeks away. We don’t even have paper at my school. I can figure out how to do without, but it sure would be nice to have the basics. It’s eating me up to even post this, but if you have a few dollars to spare, I’ll be forever in your debt. I will find a way to give back to anyone who can help, even with a reblog. I’ll sing at your wedding or dance a jig or something.