Friday, November 6, 2009
We had planned to go to Poth, Texas to buy feed for the cattle this morning. The news was telling us it was zero visability at our town so we decided to swing by Burger King to await some of the fog to lift. While we were eating John was explaining zero visability to me. Duh! I didn't fall off the turnip truck yesterday. When that white stuff is so thick you can't see what is ahead of you I would say that is zero visability. At least everyone was driving with common sense this morning. Most people had their lights on and people were not passing or speeding. The feed store didn't have much business so all those Polish men were sleeping late or had already been there. I'm inclined to think they had already been there and made their purchase. While I'm speaking of feed stores I will say we haven't been back to On The Farm where we pass the columns I've wondered about so much. I did show the picture to John's son and he said I've seen those and I've wondered too what they are. Oh well we may never solve that mystery. By the time we loaded up the fog had lifted and it was a good ride home and then to the ranch. John dropped me off at the turtle feeding place so I was able to spend some quality time with my turtles. It was a warm sunny morning and they all seemed to be there. Counting turtles is about like trying to count cows. Lucy was right there eating her share. I observed turtles sure are made low to the ground. When they came out of the water to grab any morsel of food they spotted then they would head for the water to eat their body dragged on the rough ground where the cows had tromped when it was wet. I don't think turtles have real good eye sight either because they run into each other sometime. We could hear a lot of shooting so John went to check that out. Sounded like it was on the place but it was across the road. Sounds can be very misleading out there. We saw several hunters with their rigs heading to the country as we were going out. Some of them use a lot of imagination with thier little deer blinds. We saw one hauling a big SUV on a flat bed trailer and the SUV was painted all in camoflage, then he had his deer blind tied on top of that. I can't believe how much money some people spend on hunting. Mel loved to hunt and I loved to go with him but we were tight wads. His granmother didn't charge us but we did chores for her. Our blind was on the ground and was so old the cold (yes it got cold sometime back then) could come in. I passed the time counting the Daddy Longleg spiders in the corner. Wanted to keep an eye on them anyway. Don't know why my stomach always chose the quiet of a deer blind to growl. Mel didn't like that at all. How could a deer hear that and if it did maybe that would save it's life. hee hee I was on the deer's side but I never told Mel.