Another word or two

Sure appreciate your ideas on heating a small greenhouse. There were some good ones. Someone mentioned an oil lamp. I'm wondering if one would put out more heat than a candle??

Early yesterday I did light one of the big emergency candles, put it on a little table...

and left it burning all day. At the edge of dark, I started to worry so I ran up to the greenhouse and blew the candle out. 

The greenhouse door opens easily...I had visions of something pushing the little door open and knocking the candle over. 

Oh, about that strange plant...

A couple of you thought millet, and I think you're right...white millet. Looked it up and it looks just like white millet.

The seed stalk did remind me of bird seed and made me think it might be red milo, that heavy seed that seems to make up about 50% of the seed found in bags of economy bird seed.

I buy the economy mix at Walmart. Our side yard stays covered in the red milo. We buy it to throw out for the guineas, ducks, and the few birds that will eat it. 

It's about time to fill the feeders with sunflower seeds and something the songbirds will eat. Shelby was just telling me that she had scrubbed her bird feeders using an old toothbrush, and had put them in the sun to dry. I need to do that.

Oh good grief, talking about seeds reminds me, early yesterday morning, getting the feed together for the animals...

I just stood there in unbelief. How did I manage to drop the bucket! Reckon my crocs will ever wear the same?

Better get busy. The days seem even shorter now, darn it! Anyhow, I leave you with this creepy spider...

Poppy took these a few weeks ago and I had forgotten about them.

Oh, I had a funny little  story to tell you of Poppy's hunting time. I'll save it for the next post. 

Thank you. Hope to be back real soon.

Love,

henny

A bunch of full buckets

I did come home yesterday loaded down with 50 lb. bags of feed. Mama's little Toyota was sitting so low in the back I could have been pulled over on suspicion of hauling moonshine.

Look who was waiting at the door for me...

So, the buckets are full again...

Poppy said, all this for what, two or three eggs a day? Well no! The hens don't lay as much in the wintertime and besides that, it is "all this for the joy of taking care of animals." "A little farm", such as it is. 

Plus there were four more strings to add to my ball of strings. I have saved every string off every feed bag since we moved into the cabin in 1989...

Have you ever given an animal a name and then just couldn't call it by that name. I think the name Smokey is cute as can be, but it doesn't roll off my tongue just right. Smokey thinks his name is "Kitty". Reckon I should change it to "kitty"? Anyway, Kitty has taken over Bickett's stool. He is a brave little thing and determined to be friends with Bickett...

Bickett says he doesn't have time for such nonsense. Playing with Poppy is for us older cats. Oops, excuse the belly. Bickett is a tad overweight, like some other folks around here...

See, if you keep your back feet firmly against the leg of the stool, you can kick off and get away. I been known to kick this stool completely over backwards...

Better get busy. I need to check on the baby guineas again before dark and suppertime if not too far away. We have not had any bad storms today, thankfully. So far, just rain. Thank you for visiting. Hope to be back soon.

Love,
Henny

A bunch of empty buckets

Poppy is at work this Saturday morning. The rain is falling again, and here I sit with my bowl of oatmeal at the computer with absolutely nothing interesting to talk about. How do you like your oatmeal? Mine? Hot, with brown sugar, walnuts, and a little milk. 

All the feed buckets are empty this morning so a trip to town is first on my list of things to do. It's rare that we run out of everything at once!  Have you seen the row of feed buckets in my tiny little pantry...

And opposite the wall with the buckets are shelves with granite ware and the old pots I love...

It's kinda fun to get a peek into someone's junk room/pantry/laundry room.  I remember my Aunt Berlie's pantry. It was a step down from the kitchen floor and the old wooden door leading into the pantry stayed closed. It was cold in the pantry. Nails in the back of the pantry door held aprons, a broom and a sack that held paper bags. Aunt Berlie called paper bags, "paper pokes".  I loved spending nights with her...staying up late, sometimes til 11:00 p.m. working on a puzzle.

Okay, I am headed to town now. Gosh, getting home and unloading 50 lbs. each of corn, scratch, laying mash, goat feed, and 20lbs. of bird seed, and a few groceries sounds like fun. Maybe I won't even buy feed. Maybe I'll just keep driving and not come home. We'll see. Just kidding. :)

Dumperoo was sure resting good here...

Thank you for listening again.

Love,
Henny