Lost And Found

Lost and found, and lost again.  Bess was already loaded in the truck when I went back to the house for some forgotten item.  And there was hairless hamster!  Poor ratty little thing.  On a dead run, I snapped the photo, thinking that I'd put the stuffing back and sew him up when we got home.  So much for good intentions.  Ralph has hidden Hairy again.

Helper Dude showed up yesterday at first light to set the brush pile on fire.  It really, really needed to get done.  A lot more burnable stuff had been added and little birds like to build their nests in the brush.  I couldn't bear the thought of a birdie barbecue.  Also, it won't be long before no-burn season begins.  There are those chores for which I'm a wuss, and setting the brush pile alight alone is one of them.  Even with hose and shovel at the ready, if the fire got out of hand I don't move as fast as I used to and I'd not want to endanger others on the hill.  I was very happy to have HD's help and presence.

I had made a bad error in judgement, letting the tires on the hand cart get too low and the bead broke on one.  When I got around to starting the little air compressor, I made it worse by pushing the stem inside the rim.  Crum.  Dead in the water and no way to get grain down to the barn without the cart.  Fortunately, there is a tire repair shop right next to the feed store.  They keep rather erratic hours so I was hoping they'd be open yesterday, and they were!  Tire Guy had both tires fixed and filled by the time Feed Guy had loaded the grain.  I hadn't asked for an estimate, so I was a happy camper to pay the $5 bill.

Bubble and Squeak for dinner!

It was a good day.  (And maybe Hairy will show up again.)