Farm News 07-10-05
Sunday morning, after chores,
Pond Refilling
After three or more years of being empty, the pond is refilling. Thursday, we placed the new overflow pipes, over five feet above the current level, and the pond slowly started filling. By Friday morning it had risen about four inches. A good rain will fill it in a day.
No, I don't intend to stock it. It's more fun to watch natural processes happen. First, there will be an explosion of Bullfrog tadpoles. By October, 2007, there will probably be lots of five inch long fish. There is a well stocked pond upstream of this pond, and enough young fish swim downstream to rapidly build populations.
Mea culpa
Last week I made a reference to geezers sitting on the creek bank ogling the butts of young minnow huggers. I wish to make it clear that I would not sell tickets for such an activity, but I would publish a satirical cartoon of geezers ogling young minnow huggers. Given that bit of explanation, I apologize for any discomfort my choice of images may have caused young or female readers.
Thomas, a long-time friend and moral philosopher, and I were, one day, sitting on the porch, concealed by honeysuckle and wisteria, sipping whiskey in memory of a third friend some years deceased, when a pair of very pretty teen age girls walked past on a path visible from the porch. We both looked them over, of course. “Ah,” I said, “Don died too early. He never had the chance to see such delights to the eye.”
Thomas agreed, and we watched the girls stroll out of sight. Were we being lustful? Hardly, they were our nieces and we had both occasionally changed their diapers what seemed only a few years earlier. It is extremely rare to feel lust for someone for whom you have cared as an infant, I think.
Why, then, do men frequently look at a woman in what appears to be a purely sexual manner, when they have no real sexual interest in the woman? Thomas suggested, and I agreed, that visual observation of the physical characteristics indicating nubility triggers a pleasure reaction in an adult male brain. With that brilliant observation behind us, we sipped some more whiskey, Thomas thinking about Rubens and me thinking about tool company calendars.
Male Animals
A new buck has joined the rabbitry, an as yet unnamed Californian from Calvin's herd. I think I'll name him after some movie star, maybe Gene Autry. Gene, if that turns out to be his name, might make a handsome warthog but as a rabbit he is downright ugly. Calvin swears that, if Gene is a good sire, the does will have excellent bunnies. What a warranty!
Speaking of Calvin, he has been busy breaking his hinny. In case you don't know, a hinny is a cross between a stallion and a jenny; much the same as a mule, which is a cross between a jack and a mare. Calvin's hinny resulted from breeding a miniature stallion to a small jenny. The hinny is small enough that Calvin can touch the ground with his feet when riding it. It's a cute little critter.
Hinnies, like mules, are sterile. Calvin's hinny has never been gelded. My opinion is that the expression, “Useless as tits on a boar,” doesn't even come close to this situation. Calvin's hinny displays all of the behaviors one would expect from a stallion or jack, but to no purpose. He will cheerfully mate with females, but he was born with a genetic vasectomy.
Calvin's jack, on the other hand, which was supposed to mate with his mares to produce mules, has presented Calvin with a problem of another sort. The jack seems to be gay. Poor Calvin is at a low point in his life, his truck still isn't running and his jackass is a queer. I'd feel sorry for him if it wasn't so funny; however, when I offered to buy the jack for $50, Calvin immediately asked for $150, saying the jack was a good kid animal.
That's horse-trader nonsense, of course. An uncut jack is not anything you want to give to kids, regardless of the sexual orientation of any of the participants. Calvin is too involved in late adolescent testicularity to go about blithely castrating animals. I checked with a couple of gay friends, asking them if they would be interested in a pet gay jackass, but there were no responses that could have been characterized as positive in any way. You'd think they would show some interest in the fortunes and future of a fellow homosexual, but they were immune to the appeal.
If we could find another gay equine, (donkey, horse, zebra, etc.), we could put the two of them together and video the meeting. It might provide a video that we could sell on the gay porn market, but I doubt it. If gay men don't care about the future of a gay jackass, why would they be interested in his probably totally frustrating attempts to find gratification with a swishy gay zebra?
Calvin has one nice thing going: he purchased a day old male pygmy goat, the runt of triplets. Calvin has it started successfully, as he usually does. The goat has taken up residence with a loving foster mother, Calvin's young coon hound bitch. At night they sleep together in the dog's house, and spend most of their days together. I have a feeling this is going to lead to some interesting interludes.
Bunnies
Nyn's bunnies are growing nicely and becoming quite tame. Two of my beautiful nieces (I'm blessed with a large number of nieces, ranging in age from two to forty) came to visit and spent some time with Nyn's bunnies. Alicia established that, at least for some bunnies, turning them on their backs and rubbing their tummies puts them into a trance-like state. What you do with an entranced bunny, I don't know.
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Pond Refilling
After three or more years of being empty, the pond is refilling. Thursday, we placed the new overflow pipes, over five feet above the current level, and the pond slowly started filling. By Friday morning it had risen about four inches. A good rain will fill it in a day.
No, I don't intend to stock it. It's more fun to watch natural processes happen. First, there will be an explosion of Bullfrog tadpoles. By October, 2007, there will probably be lots of five inch long fish. There is a well stocked pond upstream of this pond, and enough young fish swim downstream to rapidly build populations.
Mea culpa
Last week I made a reference to geezers sitting on the creek bank ogling the butts of young minnow huggers. I wish to make it clear that I would not sell tickets for such an activity, but I would publish a satirical cartoon of geezers ogling young minnow huggers. Given that bit of explanation, I apologize for any discomfort my choice of images may have caused young or female readers.
Thomas, a long-time friend and moral philosopher, and I were, one day, sitting on the porch, concealed by honeysuckle and wisteria, sipping whiskey in memory of a third friend some years deceased, when a pair of very pretty teen age girls walked past on a path visible from the porch. We both looked them over, of course. “Ah,” I said, “Don died too early. He never had the chance to see such delights to the eye.”
Thomas agreed, and we watched the girls stroll out of sight. Were we being lustful? Hardly, they were our nieces and we had both occasionally changed their diapers what seemed only a few years earlier. It is extremely rare to feel lust for someone for whom you have cared as an infant, I think.
Why, then, do men frequently look at a woman in what appears to be a purely sexual manner, when they have no real sexual interest in the woman? Thomas suggested, and I agreed, that visual observation of the physical characteristics indicating nubility triggers a pleasure reaction in an adult male brain. With that brilliant observation behind us, we sipped some more whiskey, Thomas thinking about Rubens and me thinking about tool company calendars.
Male Animals
A new buck has joined the rabbitry, an as yet unnamed Californian from Calvin's herd. I think I'll name him after some movie star, maybe Gene Autry. Gene, if that turns out to be his name, might make a handsome warthog but as a rabbit he is downright ugly. Calvin swears that, if Gene is a good sire, the does will have excellent bunnies. What a warranty!
Speaking of Calvin, he has been busy breaking his hinny. In case you don't know, a hinny is a cross between a stallion and a jenny; much the same as a mule, which is a cross between a jack and a mare. Calvin's hinny resulted from breeding a miniature stallion to a small jenny. The hinny is small enough that Calvin can touch the ground with his feet when riding it. It's a cute little critter.
Hinnies, like mules, are sterile. Calvin's hinny has never been gelded. My opinion is that the expression, “Useless as tits on a boar,” doesn't even come close to this situation. Calvin's hinny displays all of the behaviors one would expect from a stallion or jack, but to no purpose. He will cheerfully mate with females, but he was born with a genetic vasectomy.
Calvin's jack, on the other hand, which was supposed to mate with his mares to produce mules, has presented Calvin with a problem of another sort. The jack seems to be gay. Poor Calvin is at a low point in his life, his truck still isn't running and his jackass is a queer. I'd feel sorry for him if it wasn't so funny; however, when I offered to buy the jack for $50, Calvin immediately asked for $150, saying the jack was a good kid animal.
That's horse-trader nonsense, of course. An uncut jack is not anything you want to give to kids, regardless of the sexual orientation of any of the participants. Calvin is too involved in late adolescent testicularity to go about blithely castrating animals. I checked with a couple of gay friends, asking them if they would be interested in a pet gay jackass, but there were no responses that could have been characterized as positive in any way. You'd think they would show some interest in the fortunes and future of a fellow homosexual, but they were immune to the appeal.
If we could find another gay equine, (donkey, horse, zebra, etc.), we could put the two of them together and video the meeting. It might provide a video that we could sell on the gay porn market, but I doubt it. If gay men don't care about the future of a gay jackass, why would they be interested in his probably totally frustrating attempts to find gratification with a swishy gay zebra?
Calvin has one nice thing going: he purchased a day old male pygmy goat, the runt of triplets. Calvin has it started successfully, as he usually does. The goat has taken up residence with a loving foster mother, Calvin's young coon hound bitch. At night they sleep together in the dog's house, and spend most of their days together. I have a feeling this is going to lead to some interesting interludes.
Bunnies
Nyn's bunnies are growing nicely and becoming quite tame. Two of my beautiful nieces (I'm blessed with a large number of nieces, ranging in age from two to forty) came to visit and spent some time with Nyn's bunnies. Alicia established that, at least for some bunnies, turning them on their backs and rubbing their tummies puts them into a trance-like state. What you do with an entranced bunny, I don't know.
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