Posted on 02/15/2013 10:46:41 AM PST by greeneyes
which is scarier than the run-of-the-mil Ninja/Ranger/Special Forces black ;) Excellent video. This guy isn’t far from me. It’s amazing that I haven’t head of him before.
Lots of wild Huckleberries here it the Redwoods of Benderville and they just take care of themselves. Read up on the care of Blueberries as the culture should be the same if you are moving them.
/johnny
No, it’s not bermuda. It was originally a high quality horse hay, alfalfa, I think. The constant watering for the past week is causing it to break down ... it’s getting mushy inside and hot. It gets another week of water, then a week of 46-0-0 urea, then a week of 10-10-10 before I can even think of plants.
The maggots surprised me, they’re very tiny but I only thought they fed on rotting meat ... not on decaying vegetable matter.
Thank you all for your consoling thoughts. The only thing that makes it a little easier is that the post mortem showed that he had Pancreatic Cancer. He’d been sick, off and on, since October; and we’d treated him for all kinds of things. He’d get better, and just when we thought we’d turned the corner; he’d get sick again. He suddenly started losing so much weight that it really became alarming. Considering the results of the post mortem, I’m glad we made the decision when we did.
His passing was peaceful, and he looked better after he was gone. I’d forgotten how dogs (and cats too) can control their fur. His fur just relaxed, and he fell asleep with all the tension and anxiety gone. We’re the ones suffering now.
The vet (who was new to us) made it easier by assuring us that he “could tell that Max was a very good dog”. Of course he didn’t know Max at all, but that made us feel better. I don’t know who will help me in the garden, if I can get out there this year. (I’m scheduled for a knee replacement April 2 which is why I’m not rushing out there to get a new puppy.)
Best short order cook I ever met was at Brooks AFB, San Antonio TX. I was a student there in 1973, you came through his breakfast line once, placed your order when you were still about 20th in line and it was waiting for you by the time you got to his station. The next day, it was already waiting for you without having to say a thing. If you wanted something different you had better speak up as soon as you came in the door or it was just too bad, you ate what he cooked. How he kept all our orders straight, usually about 100 - 150, I have no idea. But he was a great cook.
Same thing at lunch where he worked the burger grill. Wish I could remember his name.
LOL, not my favorite critter either.
When we had our Dolly put to “sleep” the traveling Vet read a Prayer she carries and then she read the Prayer Lady Bender prepared and then Dolly was at Peace...
The part I hated was that I got marked down at bit because I didn't chat enough with the customers. I didn't have much in common with many of them. So I finally woke up at 4:30, scanned the sports highlights of the previous day, and kept up a banter with that. I hate sports, unless I'm playing.
We are trained that way. Food service staff are usually your first uniformed exposure to the AF of the day. We can make or ruin your day. That was taken very seriously.
Sorta like gardening in a way. If your soil isn't healthy, it doesn't matter what you do afterwards.
/johnny
Lol!!!! You go girl!!!!!
A “BS science detector”? How accurate is it? THAT is what I need!!! Lol!!
Sorry, greeneyes-- just saw this! It's dark now, but I'll take some tomorrow and put them up.
This was a shock to us because we were sure until the very end that we’d find the perfect food for him that he could hold down. The disease had been so mysterious — did not show up on the blood tests, the ultra sound, and barely showed on the x-rays. Even the vet wasn’t sure. That is why he offered to do a post mortem for free — he needed to know for himself what was wrong. THe inflamed and hardened Pancreas was pressing on the exit sphincter of the stomach which did not allow the stomach contents to empty regularly — thus no nutrition getting into his system. I’m just glad that he didn’t suffer any longer because he was not going to get better, no matter what we fed him.
This dog had so many good qualities — didn’t bark, never counter surfed, did not sit on the furniture, begged only by looking at you (no whimpering), etc. He was just a happy, bouncy, sweet Golden. He was a big dog, but he was graceful. Did not knock over the furniture, no matter how crowded the room was.
The house is empty and our hearts are heavy.
Great links! Thanks!
I am also very interested in the biology of the soil. Because if that is right, the plants will be ok. I don't like putting harsh chemicals on my plants or soil. And I've seen enough evidence that soil health is very important.
/johnny
I will keep y'all posted on the small-scale grain raising project. Maybe if I get over being lazy I'll figure out how to post pictures when things get going. For those interested in doing similar things, Gene Logsdon’s book ‘Small-Scale Grain Raising’ is a good place to get the fever.
Thanks!
The best dog we ever had (or likely will have) was a beautiful golden girl. She passed because of complications from Lyme’s. We also grieved like we had lost a child. It was fully two years before we even thought of getting a new dog.
Bless your hearts and our sympathies on your loss. They are fine, fine creatures.
Spading the new Strawberry bed was dirty, grueling backbreaking work but someone had to do it so I sharpened the shovel for Lady Bender and marked off the plot for her…
I raked the bed smooth and laid out the rows…
and started the transplanting…
And 9 rows of new Strawberries (108 plants) later…
A little spritz of a starter solution to set the roots and they are on their own…
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