This weekend was a lot like the last few in that I spent more time at Tractor Supply than Lowe’s and most of my “projects” were just extended versions of the daily farm chores that need to be done around here. Except this weekend I doubled-down on the fun factor by letting one of my super-fit friends talk me into a “Warrior Workout” Saturday morning.
Okay, so, in retrospect, any activity that contains the word “warrior” and occurs before noon on a Saturday… I mean, good things are not going to come of this. Also, using the word “workout” is misleading. I’ve done tough workouts… in eight years of martial arts I’ve had some pretty intense hours on the gym floor. I recently did a couple of months of crossfit. I like a little physical challenge once in a while. But this was not a “workout”, this was a seventy-five minute assault on areas of my body that I was not even aware contained muscles.
I was so blase about this whole thing. You know, “Oh, I’ll go have a little workout Saturday morning, come home and do a little painting, clean out the donkey stall…” Yeah. I left the gym (aka “dungeon of pain”, drove for ten minutes, and then had to pull over because my arms were shaking too bad to operate the steering wheel.
So. The work I did this weekend after that ass-kicking was slightly less physically intense than I had planned. As in, I basically laid prostrate on the floor for like fifteen hours. Unfortunately farm chores do not give a shit if it hurts to breathe and you have no ability to stand upright, so I also had to track down, load, and unload twenty bales of straw.
They were like, “Why do you keep making that crying noise every time you bend over?”
I also had to upgrade the nugget box to something slightly larger than the random tupperware I’d been using. Every morning I’d come downstairs to find one little troublemaker outside of the box.
I decided to get one of those portable dog cages so that I’ve got something to use as a chicken infirmary if I ever need to separate one from the flock in the future. Plus I think it will hold all six of them comfortably until the coop is built.
Since the coyote I mentioned on Friday has been making daily visits to my back yard, the safety of my nuggets once they move outside has been top of mind. I don’t actually believe in killing animals just because they’re doing what they do and it happens to be on my property, but I wouldn’t mind him having second thoughts about coming too close to the farm. I thought about keeping the shotgun close to the door and firing a warning shot whenever I see him, but 1.) that will also scare the donkeys, and 2.) I don’t actually believe discharging a firearm just for the noise is a good idea.
So, as I’m pondering what methods of coyote-repellent may be effective, my mom sends me this picture of my grandmother fixing her BB gun…
Wait, let me clarify. My grandma fixing her BB gun on her dining room table. I mean, it’s no surprise we share genes, right? So when I saw this picture my first thought was: My grandmother is a badass. Followed closely by: That could work.
I’m pretty sure a BB wouldn’t actually injure a coyote, but might sting him and give him a good reason to hightail it out of the immediate area, because I’m telling you, dude has caught on that if I’m running at him flailing my arms around and shouting and he just sits and stares at me, eventually I’m going to run out of breath and stop.
I’m also going to have an electric fence around the chicken paddocks, so I’m not hugely concerned, but I still don’t want a friendly coyote hanging around, so we’ll see if I continue to spot him over the next week or two and come up with a plan from there. I might sic my grandma on him.
Speaking of wildlife that isn’t making my eye twitch, with the weather getting just a smidge warmer I’ve been spotting all kinds of new creatures out and about in the middle of nowhere…
I don’t know what these are. Stork? Egrets? Pterodactyls? All I know is they’re fricking huge, and also not scared of me.
Here are a couple of other shots of an interesting little building I spotted next to an old cemetery on a dirt road during my drive in to civilization the other day…
I love the idea of the stone front on a building that’s set into a hill…
It’s giving me all kinds of ideas for the hilly area on the west end of my property. Because we all know I need another project.
So, that was the weekend in short: pain, donkeys, chickens, and coyotes. Welcome to my life.