More rain last night, and another dreary day, not much good for pictures. Add to that a lot of boring chores, and it amounts to a weak blog post, indeed.
Roscoe is bored!
The day started with Harlan doing his usual great job with the dumpster, but before he finished, the expected tax consultant call came in, and then I was stuck at the desk for a while. For chores like this, I love dreary weather. Doing taxes on a beautiful, sunny day is excruciating.
Harry took off for Wentzville with Weedy to get windshield wipers for his car. Weedy was much admired and had a great time, and Harry returned with a sandwich for lunch. I took a few bird pictures.
A solitary cardinal 
A red bellied woodpecker 
Flicker in flight 
Flicker flying 
Flicker wings
A few shingles had fallen off the roof in the storm, and I put in a call to Russ Meyers. Living nearby, he arrived with his young assistant, Bradley, to repair the problem areas. They are brave men, and very entertaining, too. We are quite lucky to have someone so quick to attend to the shingles. Russ put the roof on the house (and the barn and studio) when the building was done 17 years ago. It’s amazing that he is still doing such dangerous, difficult work. Eight years ago, he fell off a roof and broke his back, but he is undeterred from the job he has been doing since he was 14, more than 40 years ago. I did get some pictures.
Russ holds the rope that supports Bradley 
Bradley at work 
Bradley against the sky 
The roof is very high 
Russ and Bradley are not afraid of heights
Russ was dismayed to learn that the original bronze fox had been stolen (ten years ago). He made a suggestion of a place that might have the fox, southwest of here. After we brought the horses in, and the afternoon chores were done, Harry and I went on a mission to see if we could find anything. It was a very sketchy area, with scary looking, run down houses. Following the directions we had been given, we came upon a strange property, with many sculptures all over the place, including a confederate soldier flanked by two herons on the roof!. These were not expensive works of art, though technically sculptures, many cast in concrete. No fox. There were, however, at least fifty motorcycles and four wheelers stacked like a used car lot. We stopped and had a good, long look and were relieved that we were not shot for being nosy. And very relieved that there was no need to knock on the door to inquire, as we might have done, had we seen a bronze fox! It was a fun, albeit slightly nerve-racking adventure.
Roscoe thought we were out of our minds to go near such a place
Out in Montana, they had a “blue sky day”, and that naughty mule, Rainy, is looking for green grass. Thanks to Nancy for pictures.
Stay safe, stay well. Peace.
Oh my word! Andy and Barney .
Roscoe’s look gave me a good laugh. Boy, I love a good laugh! I thought the stolen Fox ended up in NYC at that distinguished Equestrian haberdashery? Can’t recall the name right now.