Nine's Bootcamp Experience (BRK)

Nicole Alderman wrote:We call our birds dinosaurs, too, especially the geese and chickens. Those one seems far more like the violent dinosaurs depicted in stories and movies.

Same. The chickens are ravenous little dinos that attack and kill the heck out of anything that moves.

Nicole Alderman wrote:The ducks are probably like those gentle long-necks, just blithely grazing around, without any concern for their safety. Sadly, they aren't nearly as indestructible as those big saurapods (I've lost a lot to eagles, bobcats, owls and probably coyotes...a lot of the time because the ducks were just too stupid. I've seen them run TOWARD where the bobcat is, when I'm trying to herd them to safety!)

Yup, not the brightest dinos in the herd, that's for sure. One of them tried to start a fight with the doggos one day and got a new lip piercing. Of course, during the heat of the season, they're pretty ravenous for my friend's leg.. but that's a different kind of story.

Thankfully, we've always had enough ladies around, and we never really imprinted on the fellows, so that our drakes never thought our legs looked attractive. Our little boy gossling, though, is another story entirely. (That poor guy can't tell if he's a goose, a duck, or a human. So he tries for all three, with no success. His dad won't let him get near the only female goose around [his mom], and we're not receptive to his love. I think the ducks tolerate him, but he'll never be successful there, either! Poor guy.)

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A collection of images from the last few days...

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I've been in a mood lately, and I'm trying to shake it but can't quite figure out how. I was very quickly brought to the here and now today while we were all out gathering wood.

Kyle had identified a good pile of dry, stacked (if you can call it that) wood. It was on a bit of a steep incline, so I carefully began picking my way through it and pulling out logs I could manage to get back up the hill. Kyle came over and jumped in to help grab more. Daniel joined us. Erica came over with a chainsaw to start cutting it to length. It was a hustle.

Getting somewhat tired from wrestling either long, heavy, or unwieldy logs, I lost my footing. Luckily (?) I was near the bottom of the pile, so when I fell backward, I didn't tumble on a whole pile of pokey bits. But when I fell, I either slammed the back of my hand onto something or the log I was holding fell onto it and got me pretty good. I ended up sitting, sort of, in a triangle of logs that caught me from tumbling down the whole steep mountainside. Whew. Eventually righted myself, pulled my glove back down since it'd been nearly pulled off in the ruckus, checked my hand mobility to ensure nothing was too amiss, wrestled the log the rest of the way to the top, then tenderly pulled both gloves off to assess.

Kyle or Daniel mentioned to put snow on it for the swelling, so I packed some snow onto it afterward. Too cold, so Daniel suggested using my bandana to wrap the snow then apply it. That helped a bit. And by doing that I was able to mostly one-handed continue helping them pull the logs to the top of the hill, then later help everyone load it into the trailer.

Goose egg on a shin, scratches on the back of the other leg, and a racketball-sized bruise growing steadily outward from my middle knuckle on few back of my hand. Quite a doozy. Other hand had a couple splinters Daniel helped me get out tonight. Nothing broken, so I'm probably fine. 😅

Been really enjoying the group of people who joined us recently. It's a fun mix of personalities, and they're great to work with. I've enjoyed getting to know them little by little.

Ouch! I hope your hand gets better soon.