went to sleep @ 1 AM, woke up @ 4 AM Did I ever mention how much I hate sleeping? Spending 1/3 of your life sleeping is such a biological flaw.
Thats what ya get fer usin yer head....Tetanus booster, a little hair trim and some sutures.
Bit of a headache. Review Tuesday.
Well, that was fun, not.
Last night, actually. Taking one of the kids to a party after dark, we saw a wallaby that had been hit and was lying on the road. I'm yet to do my wildlife carers course (end of this month), but I have the basics being an ex- O/E nurse.
Check the wallaby and it is dead. Female. Large pouch, which usually means it is occupied. No joey inside.
Dragged her off the road and dropped kid at the party.
On the way home I crest the hill where the wallaby was and there's a joey next to her.
Quick U-turn and park. Ring wildlife rescue. They say 20 minutes as they have someone close. By this time the joey has fled.
When the rescuer arrives (late 60s woman) I ask her what to do now. She says, "We go and find the joey." Equipped with torches and blankets we look in the adjacent paddock for eyeshine. There it is, in front of a huge fig tree. She jumps the fence, I look for a gate. We creep upon the joey trying to dazzle it with our torches. Staggering through the paddock towards this eyeshine, through cow pats of varying consistency, we get close enough for the encounter. Joey bolts. Woman jumps like a freaking ninja and grabs this joey before falling sideways into aforesaid cow pats. I throw the blanket over the joey and together we bundle it into a plastic tote (with air holes) and carry it back to her car.
Through the gate.
Outcome: small female joey maybe 2 months old which has an excellent chance of survival. It went to a specialist carer this morning. Looking forward to my carers course. A lot.
In Oz torch=flashlight.Here in the states, we'd use flash lights to try to find the creature, not torches.
I love to hear all the cool words that the only country that is also a continent uses.
And a Brumby.
He was being funny, anybody who has read CS Lewis Narnia series (among other books) know that most of the former and current states of the British Empire call flashlights torches. I work with a few Brits, Kiwis, and Aussies and we enjoy exploring some of the intricacies of the different versions of "English".In Oz torch=flashlight.
I work with a few Brits, Kiwis, and Aussies and we enjoy exploring some of the intricacies of the different versions of "English".
Had to look up why....and yeah, that might get someone killed over there.....Just don't say to an Aussie, "Your wife has a nice fanny". There may be violence involved.
I love eating good tomatoes like that.Ate a rather large tomato that Geniece grew. Salt and pepper, nothing else.
Given that you are in Kentucky access to good deciduous tree leaf mulch should be pretty good (my grandparents used to get truckloads of it from the city tree trimmers), mulch the plants heavily with well composted stuff and your tomatoes will produce and grow like crazy. So much so that those cheesy little tomato cages from the hardware/garden center wont be near tall enough. I use concrete reinforcing wire (6"×6" mesh) rolled into cylinders 5' tall by 2' diameter (the wire comes as a roll so its easy to make cylinders). A couple of good T-posts on opposite sides of the cage will support plants so tall I have had to add a second cage to the top of the first, my plants were over 8' tall and produced lots of large tomatoes some as large as paper picnic plates (the cheap ones). I grew up eating tomatoes straight from my grandparents garden with only salt and pepper as well, that was on Lookout Mtn, GA.Drove home, about 620 miles. Spent 45 minutes driving 11 miles because of construction (when no one was constructing anything, and when a lot of the distance wasn't going to be constructed in the near future; no machinery or signs of work). Ate a rather large tomato that Geniece grew. Salt and pepper, nothing else. Our tomatoes are going crazy, probably because we're planting them in a new location.
Tomato sandwiches for lunch tomorrow. I love tomato season.
Sounds like Pennsylvania?Spent 45 minutes driving 11 miles because of construction (when no one was constructing anything, and when a lot of the distance wasn't going to be constructed in the near future; no machinery or signs of work).
Yum. Some time, try a few drops of balsamic vinegar instead, just for a cbange of pace.Ate a rather large tomato that Geniece grew. Salt and pepper, nothing else.
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