It Was A Long Day Of Work Around Here, The Kid Split Wood, The Son-In-Law Cut Wood, Mrs. coldH2Owi Spent The Day Holed Up In The Basement Cleaning It Up So That We Can Get It All Dirty Again By Throwing Down & Piling Up Wood. I, Of Course, Planted Trees, Well, To Be Truthful, I Planted One Tree, A Pear Tree, But I Did Dig A Hole For Another Tree, A Plum Tree, That I Will Plant Tomorrow, I Promise. Anyway, Here Are Some Pics That Do Not Include Any Of Splitting Wood Or Of Cutting Wood, Go Figure

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Here we are, the fabulous Minnesota Twins, aka Lucy & Marigny with our favorite chicken, Puffy Cheeks Jewelry Polish Cindrella, aka Big Sister in a previous incarnation which was before Jewelry Polish went off to join the resident Wild Turkey family.

DaDa otherwise know as the Son-In-Law practicing his leaf diving form.  This was on a break from his work as a lumberjack.

Marigny practicing her leaf diving form which is clearly superior to DaDa.

Fun In The Leaves

More Fun

Double Fun In The Leaves

More double fun or is it double trouble?

Searching for DaDa.

More fun.

These flowers are in the garden on October 16, 2010.  Unbelievable.  Beautiful.

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The Great Chicken Butchering Of 2010 Is Here Forever Established In Digital Form As Long As The Internets & Intertubes Last. Now, If Only The Damned Upright Freezer Will Work - The Temperature Alarm Went Off Pretty Much All Night As Attested By The Ultra-Sensitive & Darling Daughter

The cleanest, neatest, carefulest chicken butcher of all time.  Oh yeah, the Darlingest Daughter also.  Note Fortress Poultry, as some have named it, in the background.

Almost two interested onlookers.  This is what happens, however, when a baby centipede is spotted in the leaf litter.  

Feeding earthworms to the chickens.  It's the middle of October & we are still finding earthworms in the surface soil.  & the morons & nitwits of the ReThug Party deny the existence of global warming.  What's happened to science in the public mind during my lifetime may well prove disastrous not only to America, but also to the world. 

More earthworms, more feeding.  Oh, somehow The Babies fed the chickens without getting pecked, amazing rapport & amazing reflexes.

Fruits of the butchering besides the actual chicken - gizzards!

...fruits - livers!

...fruits - necks!

...fruits - fat!

...fruits - eggs!  The four immature eggs on the right are just yolks, while the larger egg on the left has its shell beginning to form although at this stage is is very soft.  I think this is cool.  We also got 3 or 4 real eggs yesterday, I suppose those particular, but anonymous, hens felt the need to do something to show they ought to live, live & lay eggs.

...fruits - rendering the chicken fat!  The Darling Daughter also cooked up some onions in the fat & boy were they good.  Chicken fat is something that we have never kept before.  I think we will keep it from now on.

Mornings can be very, very difficult for some of us, this morning Lucy Mae had a hard time figuring out daylight from sleep from bagel from toast from oatmeal from corn flakes.  

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No, I did not poach this animal, the photo is historical, a couple of years old.  Big doe, eh?

NOTE:  We also had hearts! as fruits of the butchering as well.  I think they were beneath the livers.


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I Guess This Is The Video Week So Here Are Some More, Some More Indeed Starring One Handsome Devil Decapitating A New Hampshire Red Which Has Nothing To Do With His Political Leanings Although If He Could Vote He Would Vote Communist Just Like The Grasses & Trees.

More video.  The first one is titled, correctly, Playing The Musical Chicken, or, of course, is this a rubber chicken or a real chicken?  I know the answer.  Do you?  The lovely & able assistants are Lucy & Marigny.

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Here's an example of how to decapitate a chicken.  The important thing is not to let the darn thing run around like a chicken with its head cut off.

Cut My Wrist While Killing The First Chicken Yesterday The Result Of Which Was Stitches & No Post, Sorry

I hope y'all will be happy with this:

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I Didn't Post Yesterday, I"m Just So Sorry. My Excuse Is That While Killing The First Chicken I Also Spilled Blood From My Wrist & Had To Have The Kid & The Babies Drive Me Up To Ashland To Get The Wrist Sewed Up. Pics May Follow.

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We have to go & kill more chickens today so I going to offer up my regular feature in hopes it will satisfy y'all for now.  

THE SHORT TWO DAY STEELHEAD FISHING/CAMP/LITERARY SALON IS OVER FOR NOW. I RECALLED ALL THE TIMES MY FRIEND D. & I DID THINGS LIKE THIS A LOT. THE LAST DECADE HAS NOT SEEN GET TOGETHERS LIKE THIS FOR REASONS I WOULD LIKE TO EXPLAIN BUT CAN''T. I THINK I FEEL CRAPPY/BADLY ABOUT THAT. I GUESS THERE IS NOT MUCH THAT CAN BE DONE ABOUT THE PAST, IN FACT NOTHING CAN BE DONE ABOUT THE PAST. I HOPE IT DOESN'T HAPPEN AGAIN.

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Getting ready to do some steelhead fishing.   My camper's looking spiffy or something, eh?

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Revolution No. 9, No. 9, No. 9, No. 9, No. 9....  Dave's camper is in the best spot of this campground.  Best campsite for a great guy.  No. 9, No. 9, No. 9*

Our new friend Jerrod set up his camper, then came over to visit. 

David & new friend, Jerrod, talking about where the goddamned fish are hiding & which goddamned fly works the best to hook the goddamned fish in the goddamned river, for goddamned sake.  No, no, I'm sorry.  They discussed where the lovely & strong steelhead are holding in this the most beautiful, to some, river in Wisco, the Bois Brule River.   They talked calmly, passionately, as the intelligentsia ought to speak.  & with some authority, the authority of age & experience & the authority of youth & enthusiasm.  Or something like that. 

My friend David going to clean up the most important of all camping gear - the indispensable coffee cone.  What would trout fishing, steelhead fishing be without good coffee?  It would be nothing, nothing I tell you.  It would be like listening to ten minutes of rhyming poetry.  God, what a headache that would create. 

David pondering, pondering I tell you & I'm telling you, he's pondering.  & frankly, you should be pondering too.

The moon back at home, up by the mailbox on the town road.  It was beautiful.

Fun with the moon in the photo above.  Long exposure time & some short, jerky hand movements.

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  This was taken on Four Corners Road, just south of the Four Corners Saloon.  That's a great saloon to be in, what with cute beer, good bartenders, fun food like a great whitefish fish fry on Friday (what other night could it be?) night.

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*The Beatles' White Album.

Jesus I Almost Forgot To Post Some Pics Today Although I Did Get Them Ready A While Back

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Ruffed Grouse

Great Blue Heron

Swans (Different group)

Canada Geese

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