Nelson and Luken haul in wood for the garden

Here are some turkey tracks.  

Derp.

I have a 16 year old friend who informs me that "derp" is 

an appropriate response when someone says something that is 

abundantly obvious. 

Sort of like "Duh".  But not. 

I guess you'd need to be 16 years old to understand this fully. 

Derp. 

You'll notice that there is also a tire track.  

Derp. 

Since our truck is not running, 

we borrowed Nelson. 

Nelson is a polite little truck. 

Nelson has good manners. 

Nelson is my favorite vehicle of all the vehicles 

I am privy to borrow. 

We're collecting wood

for a new

hugelkulture bed.

The pile we worked on today was only 

several blocks from our home.  

We were able to move

three loads from the worksite

into our back yard. 

As you can see, 

we had help. 

Derp. 

Apparently all that helping

makes a young boy thirsty.

And silly. 

Derp. 

I had a headache this afternoon.

But nevertheless,

it felt good to work hard. 

And seeing the huge pile

of wood in our backyard

brings me a sense of pride. 

We have a LOT more word to do 

but today was a good start. 

See, gardening never really stops.
It just looks a little different during the winter. 

Have a good weekend, all. 

Oh, and

LIFT WITH YOUR LEGS!

Derp.

hbk

Turkeys

The wild turkeys have come down out of the woods.

They're too funny. 

They hang out in huge flocks of 50 or more. 

And they talk non stop. 

They eat pine nuts.

When it's cold, they fluff up their feathers 

and pull one leg up.

This makes them look even more funny.

If I stand outside and listen during the day

I can tell where they are in my neighborhood. 

But, try as I might, I simply cannot seem

to get a decent picture of them.  

Not one!

Today when Luken and Kara went for their short lunchtime walk,

They took rolled oats for the turkeys. 

I don't know where all the oats ended up. 

They got almost home, to the end of their walk

before they discovered where the turkeys were. 

I looked up to see about 10 of the giant birds flying over our house.

Yes, they can fly.  

They'd been roosting in our Ponderosa

and Luken and Kara frightened them when they came back from their walk. 

We laugh at what happened and Kara and Luken come inside

and take off coats, boots, mittens.

I check in with Kara and notice that Luken is quieter than usual.  

We look to find him "making a turkey trail" of rolled oats

across the living room floor

through the dining room

down the hall

and into his bedroom.

"So the turkeys will know where to find me."

Then he notices that the dogs are feasting on his turkey trail. 

It was difficult to explain to him that the turkeys had to stay outside. 

It was too cute though, watching him sprinkle a little trail of rolled oats for them to follow. 

He's a smart little kid. 

Ok, enough rambling.  Since I don't have a picture for you today, I'll sign off. 

hbk

Must Destroy!

Belle is a hoot!  

She loves to go hiking.

And she loves sticks. 

Today, she decided she really had it in for this poor stick. 

I'm lucky to have such great entertainment, eh?

hbk