Chris and Thea came up this past week to park their camper at their land. On the way up the camper’s skylight broke. After several aborted attempts at repairing it, we found a metal paint tray at L&M which Chris modified to fit over the hole. They parked the camper in our barn and slept there until the repairs were made and then spent the night at their land.
Chris and I did a whole bunch of fun things. We got a lot of rain, so when it would let up a bit, the obvious thing to do was to ride the quads through the muddy field. If you haven’t sloshed through a puddle on a 4 wheeler, you haven’t lived. We did a little bit of shooting too. Chris hooked up the mower to the tractor and cut some grass, which I think he thoroughly enjoyed, and he went above and beyond both helping me put up the new chicken run fence, and also getting our garage door fixed. We even took the new Phazer (snowmobile) out for a spin in the back yard since the grass was nice and wet.
One night after dark he was out near the pond and saw what he believed to be wolves – one running by and then two sets of glowing eyes looking at him. It’s both neat and not so neat.
One of the chores we did was to scoop the ash out of the wood boiler. I planned on putting it in my tractor’s bucket and then driving it out into the field and dumping it, which should have worked out well except for the rain and standing water. My tractor doesn’t like to run when it’s wet, and sure enough, I made it out into the muck and it quit. There was about 9″ of standing water between me and high ground, so Chris got on one of the 4 wheelers and drove out to rescue me. A few days later when it had stopped raining for a few hours, Chris went out to try to start the tractor while I walked Henry to sleep. Henry finally zonked out and I went outside just in time to see Chris triumphantly driving the purring tractor into the yard. The only problem was the quad was still out in the swampy field, I had a baby on me so I couldn’t drive him out there on the other quad to retrieve it. Or so I thought. Henry seemed pretty well asleep, so I figured if I was really careful, I might be able to pull it off. I got on and started it (luckily they run pretty quiet), Chris got on the back, and I drove through the bumpy swamp with a sleeping baby tied on to my chest. He never stirred at all. It was his first 4 wheeler ride, and he slept through the whole thing.
On Tuesday the 9th we went to an auction in Embarrass. I wanted to go because they had a welder for sale, but also lots of other good stuff. Unfortunately that day was cold, rainy, and windy, and Delia and Louisa only lasted a few minutes before they wanted to leave. Luckily (or unluckily?) the welder was one of the first items, and I made off with it for the bargain price of $45. It’s a 185 amp Lincoln, and I’m not sure of the exact year it was made, but I found a manual for it on ebay with a date on it of 1949. Judging by the looks of it, that’s probably about right. The thing weighs a TON. We took it apart and took stock on what needed to be replaced, cleaned, and fixed. We got several parts for it at L&M, including some classic red hammered finish spray paint to dress the old machine up a bit. I went right to work painting it, and let me tell you, even if it never welds anything, it sure looks pretty. I’m still working on getting it to actually work, but I’m optimistic.
The kittens are out of their boxes most of the time now, and running around the room playing and tormenting the mothers. The two mothers share nursing duty, which the Ely Vet Clinic told us is fine. One day I saw seven of them nursing on Blackie at one time. The cutest thing is when the moms finally get the babies to go to sleep and then they quietly jump out of the box and have some alone time. Delia is still planning on keeping “Chubby Cat” though the second one she wants changes. Usually it’s Blackie (the kitten blackie, not to be confused with the adult cat Blackie or the chicken Blackie), but occasionally it’ll be a different one. We’re still not sure we want to keep two, but we’ll see. Henry giggles when he sees the kittens, and once he even picked one up and tried to put it in his mouth! I wish I had it on video. Delia loves the kittens and she’s really good with them (most of the time).
In case I haven’t mentioned it, if anybody wants kittens, just holler.