yep. All me houses for the birds be filled though the dang wrens broke all the blue bird eggs up at the top of the hill. Those wrens look so cute but they choose a nest site in many spots and then that choosy girl wren only picks one.
25 pounds of sunflower seed this week but so worth it. We have increased our birds by feeding all year for the first time ever.
Holy bejesums, I must been channeling some yuppy suburbanite back there. Shoot me now muther f er
dang right you old cuss. seems nobody has nothin to say a any intereeest anyway but we. (plus I be deaf and have the ear trumpet and such)
ya, up at grason's store they be talkin more shite about that there ethanoollle
what the heck, I thinkin might get rid o the wheat and concentrateee on that corn. cut down my back woods for a chance at that corn money.
Cow's need the shade though.
worked on the porch today. scrubbed down the flag stone and brought the old furniture down from the corn crib. It looks pretty good when I added the plants that I over wintered. We can't get the tiller started for the veg garden dag blamit and today would have been the day to plant it....being the day before mother's day
Had to get up and slop the hogs this morning. That's why I left you settin there like that.
Ya know, that Lester Jeeter I was talkin bout yestiday got him a habit of settin at the fence lookin through a knothole. I was over ta his place onct when he war doin it. Well, he wouldn't move over and give me a spell lookin. Just kept a gawkin in that knothole, like he war in a trance. That's when I noticed that bag of turnips, right between his knees, so nobody could get airy one o em out o that bag. I put my magifyin glass to the back o his neck, and when it burned him, I expected to make a grab for them turnips. But he war a whole lot more wylie than that, an grabbed the bag and took off runnin like a scared jackrabbit. At least I got a look in his nothole, as long as I wanted. Nuff to last me a spell. Well, I got to shuffle along. Much to do taday.
edgarblythe wrote:Had to get up and slop the hogs this morning. That's why I left you settin there like that.
Ya know, that Lester Jeeter I was talkin bout yestiday got him a habit of settin at the fence lookin through a knothole. I was over ta his place onct when he war doin it. Well, he wouldn't move over and give me a spell lookin. Just kept a gawkin in that knothole, like he war in a trance. That's when I noticed that bag of turnips, right between his knees, so nobody could get airy one o em out o that bag. I put my magifyin glass to the back o his neck, and when it burned him, I expected to make a grab for them turnips. But he war a whole lot more wylie than that, an grabbed the bag and took off runnin like a scared jackrabbit. At least I got a look in his knothole, as long as I wanted. Nuff to last me a spell. Well, I got to shuffle along. Much to do taday.
(I plagiarized Tobacco Road for this. My apologies to the late Erskine Caldwell).
