13 January 2014

I don't really need a reason ...do I?


We finally cracked open that guineafowl egg




You can see the difference in size compared to a regular egg. 
It's going to take a lot of those eggs to handle a hungry man.

Hey we need a woodburner ... okay I'll get right on it.

When you live in the country you should always have a secondary heat source in the 
event of a power outage. We kept our eye out, got a woodburner at a really good deal 
from the local Trading Post and once we decided on the placement I started the install.


Prepped and ready for stone


I collected stone from the creek bed, cutted them down to size 
and Judith and the kids cleaned them up


Mapping out the stones


Got my rhythm going


Almost done


The next day the mantle went up


Sealed and ready for grout


Through the roof and ready for the chimney pipe


Double wall to single wall


Silas showing off the new stove


Dad there a fire in there



Warm and toasty


Judith turns ...










Girlie getting ready for Woodstock

                                                                                                               Cellular photo by Judith

Echo and his new car

                                                                                                                                      Cellular photo by Judith

29 December 2013

It's a dog's life

They say getting a pet is a heartbreak waiting to happen and when you move to a rural community it hits closer to home more than ever whether your dog is shot by a neighbor because he or she took a liking to eating their chickens or they got too close to a pack of coyotes and lose. Who knows what could happen when they have 100 plus acres to roam.

Well nothing that dramatic happened to two of our dogs but a couple of weeks back Daisy our Beagle came home filleted with a 2” long cut on her hind leg from who knows what and out came the Crazy Glue and I’m happy to report she’s doing nicely. It is amazing what that stuff can do it’s crazy.


Last night George disappeared into the woods and didn’t come home for dinner. The kids, the three other dogs, and me went out looking for him in the woods as it started to get dark. About 30 minutes into our search, the sun went down and the big galoot comes running over to us in the dark soaking wet. Why I don’t know it was about 38 degrees out and water would be the last thing I would venture into.

So, we walk back to the house and feed him his dinner and after he was done he comes over to me for his nightly pet which I did and his fur didn’t feel right to me so I look at my hand with the flashlight and notice my whole hand was covered in blood. His blood.


 Seems he had a fight with a bramble thicket and lost. The top of his head and the side of this neck had all these baby cuts. It seems these dogs need to learn the hard way.

By the way we only came home with 2 dogs the other two were lost in action in the woods for another two hours.


It’s a dog’s life.