A few hail stones.  

A hail of a night

A long day at work followed by....
I get home and find that the Cornish cross chickens are in distress. They have food and water but both could use freshening. It is also 81 degrees and the barn is somewhat warmer. I opened the rear barn door for ventilation. The chickens are now happily occupied eating and drinking. I can move on. I check the trap, nothing. Did I mention the 2 squirrels and 1 small possum we caught in the last week? Probably not. It's been hectic.

After my usual look around I knew what project I wanted to work on today. Kristi has been hinting around (get this done NOW or else) that I get the watering system for the garden installed. I looked at the sad condition of many of our tomato plants and select this project for immediate attention. I grab my favorite shovel and a pair of gloves and march across the field. I take note that there are still some worms on the apricot tree and that I should do something about them. I continued on to the field. I begin digging about 7 feet from the end of the now worthless trench. My muscles twinge a bit looking over the chasm. But I continue on.

I will get this one thing done today and make Kristi happy. Not that she needs help, I just imagine that this will make her happy. It will save her labor and that is a good thing. She does so much. I start digging where I think the main water line will be and sure enough after a few minutes I find the pipe. Right where it should be. I commenced removing the dirt and rocks from around the pipe to give wide access to it as I needed to add a number of fittings to accomplish the task. I have not yet purchased any fittings.

In retrospect I might have been more thoughtful of the long day I'd had at work. I was tired and my aim could have been better. I might also, with better attention to my common sense, told myself that I shouldn't tackle a project involving our main water line into the house when I am tired. But I didn't do any of those things and instead I hit the water line squarely with the shovel and was so surprised when the pressurized water sprayed out that I left my mouth hanging open. It took 2 hours to remove all the grit.

Meanwhile the hold is filling rapidly with water. Thinking with adrenaline driven clarity I ran for the water shut off at the street. With the water off I could take my time to fix the problem. I had exactly 15 minutes before Kristi was to come home from work. She would notice we had no water, I was sure of that. I was equally sure it would not go well for me when she found out. I began figuring out what pieces we would need for the watering system and what we would need to solve the immediate problem.

At this point I should mention the upcoming storm.
All day the weather forecasters were predicting severe weather in the afternoon. Yeah right, I said as I always do. They're always wrong. Well, they were right the time I had the tornado blow past me about 300 feet away. Tractor trailer rigs blown over, electronic signs exploding in showers of sparks. Trees uprooted and snapped off at the trunk. It took me 4 hours complete my 30 minute commute that night. I'll give them that one.

So we go to Home Depot and get the parts. In the meantime I get to hear the life's story of the plumbing guy who owns 25 acres in Red Rock and how he planted a hedge of red tipped photinias to prevent the dust that is prevalent on his caliche road. Nice guy. I was on a nature inspired deadline. I got the parts I needed and headed home. I drove the truck directly to the site of the leak as I wanted to have the house water back on before the storm hit. At this point the leading edge of the storm had not quite made it to us. You could see the huge front moving our way. You could hear the thunder in the distance but no rain yet. No lightning yet.

Work commenced. I cut out the section of pipe that had burst. Hmmmm, schedule 125 PVC. For a main water line you would think they'd step up to the thicker schedule 40 but they opted to save a very few bucks. Working quickly I fashioned a tee and a bit of 1" pipe and a coupling and check it for fit. It's long enough. I smear on the primer and the glue and....uh oh. With the pipe buried in the ground there's not enough play to bend the pipe so it will slip into the socket. In the process of bending and trying to make it fit I have damaged the thin walled main pipe and need to fashion another piece to fix it. The thunder is getting closer.
Working in close proximity to the ground in Texas is an invitation for a visit by our state's foreign invaders. Fire ants. Pesky little things. They attack anything that moves. They attack anything made of animal or vegetable matter. The active ingredient in fire ants is formic acid. They chew it into your flesh and then it begins to dissolve you. You get a nice welt out of the attack and if you noticed it at the time of the bite, hopefully the fire ant is dead. But you still get the welts. They were in my shirt, on my arms and legs. But I couldn't stop. We HAD to have water. I make version 2 of my pipe patch.

The thunder is closer and I could see the sky brighten with the lightning. I had plenty of time. But before I can use my patch I have to increase the size of my hole so I can bend the pipe enough to get the fittings to fit. Feverishly I dig out the hole. I dig out about another one and a half feet. Plenty I said. Back in the hole now I glue my fittings. I fit them into each other. Oops. Won't fit. I can't bend the pipe up enough to get the two ends to go into each other. As I am pulling up on the pipe, my feet go up in the air. I can hear Kristi laughing in the distance as she's watering her plants. Somehow, this doesn't help.

Finally I get the two ends to fit perfectly. I being loading the truck with the tools and leftover parts. I sent Kristi up to the street in her golf cart to turn the water on. It works! No leaks.Then the wind starts and in about 10 minutes the storm is upon us. I shower the ants off but it still feels like they're biting me for 2 more hours. This turns out to be a heck of a storm with up to 3/4 inch hail. Poor Barbecue is running around in it barking at it. The barking doesn't help and I give her a bone to help calm her down. It works. Kristi and I share a hamburger for dinner commiserating about the likely state of the vegetable garden after the hail. A picture of the hail will follow.

We've added some livestock recently. 8 goldfish from Wal-Mart (trademark R) we had been talking about adding some fish to our lovely pond for some time. The fish might help keep the algae from growing rampant and provide some visual interest. While the pond is not large, it is big enough that it's rare to ever see a fish. Kristi saw one yestereday so we know there is at least one left alive. Since this is one of Barbecue's favorite watering holes, there is a little doubt about the long term survival of the fish. Barbecue's method of getting a drink is to first get into the pond and then commence drinking. You don't want Barbecue in your lap after she's had a drink.
Our Cornish hens are getting near to slaughtering size. I have to remember to take a scale out to the barn soon. We've lost 2 in the last couple of days. To what we don't know. They all seemed healthy, but these 2 just keeled over on their backs dead. They have been buried between the boxwoods. We expect the boxwoods are going to grow like crazy or get feathers.
This morning I went out to feed and water the Cornish chickens, Barred rock chickens and the Motley Crew bunch of chickens and it finally happened. The Motley Crew and the peahen all sleep in the rafters of the barn. I've mentioned this before. When I go into the barn I look up to see where everybody is sleeping. That way I can avoid walking directly underneath any bird. I had a bucket of feed for the Cornish Crosses, checked overhead and the peahen was directly above the gate. I had opened the gate and stepped over the chickens that are always along the fence when it happend. The peahen unloaded, hitting the gate and my fingers. I just know she did that intentionally. She's probably been laughing about that all morning.
Last weekend my task was to bring water to Kristi's vegetable garden. We have a water spigot about 2/3 of the way out in the front yard. So my plan was to dig a trench from the spigot to the garden and extend the pipe. I dug a great trench. It was 14 inches deep, 12 inches wide and 80 feet long. This was HARD work. I started with my mighty Mantis rototiller and softened things up and scooped the dirt out with shovels. 6 feet before the planned end of the trench, I found the main water supply line for the house. So 2 days of hard labor was for naught. Now I have to fill in my trench and then build the water system for the garden. It's supposed to rain today.

Work work work. After that there's more work to do. This is good for us, right? Friday afternoon arriving home from work I fed the orphan goat as usual. Checked on the other animals. Everything seemed okay. I decided to use the remaining sunlight to mow the "lawn".
Our lawn has little or no grass in it at least as far as I can see, but I've only lived here for 6 months. We have a large area roughly 3/4 of an acre with green thriving broadleaf weeds. It's not only broadleaf weeds, but that's what most of it is. There are also very healthy sticker burr plants and other weeds. From even a short distance it looks nice and green year round. Those in Central Texas that have fancy thick, weed free lawns that cost and arm and a thigh to maintain don't ususally get green year round. In the summer grasses fry under way too much sun and in the winter the frost kills frail plants. One day we'll do something about this, but not this year.
Mowing the lawn means running my 25 horsepower Scott's Garden Tractor over the green areas. The mower is very powerful. It can mulch tree branches. It can cleave rocks. with a 54 inch cutting swath the mower would make short work of any reasonable lawn. 25 horsepower at full scream sounds like a lot of power and it is. That is until I get to the thickest weeds.
After cutting the front yard, being careful not to mow down Kristi's recently planted blackberry bushes, I dodged all the fruit trees, pine trees and oaks out front. Then I went to the field that will be our vegetable garden this year. It's about a half acre directly in front of our front yard. It's where the livestock-shed-converted-into-a-greenhouse sits. I cut around our little test winter garden that we planted to see if our soil would grow anything (it did) and improved the walking path. Then I tackled the back yard. More blackberry bushes. I think I missed them this time.
At our previous house in the far back of the property Kristi had laboriously dug holes in the solid limestone that was our dirt. She planted Texas native Mountain Laurels as a hedge against the new neighbors with the unruly children who built behind us. The plants never grew more than a couple of inches in 3 and a half years. They ARE slow growing plants, but that's pathetic. Anyway she had put in about 4 and I'm pretty sure one succumbed to my mighty lawnmower. It was hard to tell the plants from the weeds.
The back yard has more obsticles. Bird feeders hanging at forehead height - I made our bird feeders out of terra cotta planter bottoms and barbed wire so you can scar yourself if you aren't paying attention. Dodging around the many trees, patio, wheelbarrow full of rocks, garden tools, stepping stones, the pond and various animals makes for a frequently interrupted mow.
It was done. I hosed off the mower and let it dry.
Saturday the weather forcasters were promising rain. Lots of rain. So we had to get an early start to make any progress against our list of chores. Kristi began working on our kitchen herb garden. This will be about a 12 x 12 area at the south west corner of the house. There are 4 steps down into the space from the deck and the guestroom window overlooks it. There's a small gate to the main yard and a water faucet. What more could one ask? She built a raised bed about 1.5 feet high for the rosemary and filled in around it with dirt and rocks. Then she planted a couple of small oregono plants. These will fill in around the rosemary to look and smell nice. She make a short footpath from the concrete slab to the faucet by culling different sized rocks from the barnyard. These she layed flat and smoothed out. It looks great. Next to the little path is another small raised bed for mints. Mint is invasive. it will spread everywhere if not contained. So the raised bed will hopefully keep it in check.
I was cleaning up the area behind the shed. We had been throwing fallen branches and twigs and other tree debris back there to cut up for firewood or to turn into mulch with the chipper shredder. There was a lot of it. As I was cutting it all up for firewood I realized I was going to need somewhere to put it. I whacked together a box about 6 ft x 2ft x 2ft out of some old cedar fence boards than an employee had thrown out. I use these for all kinds of projects and they have a great number of good uses. Now there's enough room for all the kindling I can cut up. I also pruned a big yaupon holly that was in the same area. It was in the way and was always in my face when I was getting hardware cloth or lumber. Now it's out of the way and it looks better too.
Kristi made a very handy contraption on Saturday too. It's a bottle holder for the orphan. Four times a day every day the little one has to be bottle fed. I usually do it but lately I've been working late and Kristi has been getting stuck with the task. She got fed up with it on Saturday and made a handy little holder out of some lumber and velcro. She fastened this to a post in the barn at about goat-udder height. Now all we do to feed the little darling is to strap a fresh bottle of milk onto the holder and the little goat can suck to it's hearts content. In the mean time we can go about feeding all the other creatures without the little one being underfoot all the time. This is the kind of thing that can revolutionize your life. Of course no revolution happens without some milk being spilled and so it was in this case. Any new item introduced to the barn becomes the play thing of all the various creatures that live there. In this case the young goats would jump up on the bottle holder and butt it until it fell off the post. Kristi nailed it back on pretty firmly and now it is holding.