It felt like fall outside this morning---cool air, fog around the fields and a coating of dew in the grass.
Yesterday, when Tony came to do some maintenance on the lawnmower fleet, he mentioned how fast the summer is going by.
I agreed.
The Festival at Sandpoint begins tonight, and soon after that, high school athletic teams will begin practice and then the fair and then Labor Day.
Life is speeding by much too fast, as far as I'm concerned. Seems I always feel that way in the summer, but for some reason in the winter not so much.
Anyway, in regard to the Festival, I saw this announcement on Facebook. Being the mother of one of the basketball coaches, I felt an obligation to share it here this morning.
So, if you are a Festival goer, you can help these kids put some money in their coffers. Sounds like a valet service. When I learn more, I'll share. Note the information below.
Headed to The Festival at Sandpoint?
Support local basketball by parking at the corner of Erie & Lavina!🏀🏀🏀🏀🏀🏀
In other news which makes it seem close to fall, I herded the horses to their late summer pasture aka the hay field this morning.
I thought there would be a lot of prancing around and excitement, but instead, with no fanfare, they just quietly went to work doing what horses love to do most: eat.
The hay field should keep them going on nourishment for several weeks and during that time, the closer pastures might rejuvenate a bit if we have some rain.
There is a certain amount of lament when the horses go to the hay field because I don't see much of them all day.
I doubt, however, that they have the same concerns. As long as there's ample munching, they're happy.
Now, for my daily turkey story. Bridie is slowly getting the hang of it---that she is supposed to run after the turkeys and scare them out of the yard.
Last night, it wasn't pretty, but turkeys did scatter several directions when Bridie finally decided to put on a brief chase.
Some scattered right back into the yard. Only problem was Bridie thought she had done her job, so guess who did the most turkey herding last night.
The other problem is that these are boomerang turkeys. Within half an hour of their initial and messy exit from the yard, they all came back.
There is something around our small dog kennel and much too close to the garage door that attracts them.
When they came back, I summoned Bridie and she experienced her second turkey herding session of the night.
Happily, they decided to go to bed rather than come back for an unwelcome visit.
I have a feeling the turkey saga will go on and on and on. I'm hoping that Bridie will progress more toward automatic pilot in the herding department.
One aspect of the learning curve for me: the garden hose dissolves turkey poop pretty fast.
Throwback Thursday: memories of places, peeps and happenings from my photo library
This is an OLD picture, taken at our North Boyer farm.
I believe my friend Jean sent it to me. I don't know the horse but I do recognize my mother and the wood shed, shop and barn.
The picture makes me think that we may not have have the granary until Harold built it or brought it in from somewhere else.
The building, which stood east of the shop, is definitely missing in this photo.
I spent many a summer morning sitting on the granary step, soaking up sunshine and drawing stuff in the dirt with a twig.
The first flight and landing of the Kodiak, which is now manufactured next to our old farm by Daher.
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