Golden Sunset above Harris farmhouse.

Saw this above my farm, jumped into my truck and drove out into the field to take this picture of the house. Just a few minutes later it was gone (not the house).
(Untouched photo... the way it was).

My Pet Fox wrapped around my neck, we'd watch TV together

When I actually lived on my farm there was lots of wildlife.  Fox would dig burrows in my fields (Interesting design, see below).  One time Mamma fox thought I was plowing too close so I watched as she carried her babies to the woods nearby.  She left one behind, my pet.

A WILD animal, a great pet (most of the time), just like a dog or cat but very independent. I often let Sly into the house to spend the day. While watching TV she'd climb up on my shoulders, wrap herself around my neck and sleep. Sometimes she'd sleep on my lap and would want to be petted.

BUT

Occasionally, for no apparent reason she would bite me viciously and draw lots of blood. Then just minutes later, it's back on my lap for more petting. I was glad she wasn't a pet wolf. Sly lived in the front yard in a dog house. I always had 6-10 dogs loose and they all got along.

My all time favorite pet was a seagull (Diddy, future blog, a fascinating extremely intelligent pet). She got along well will all the animals too, but ... Seagull was boss (Picture, about to attack cat). Seagull don't get their adult feathers until about 4 yrs old.

Diddy was 6 months old in the picture.

When I fed Sly (fox) her dish of cat food, Diddy Seagull would zoom over to the fox while it was eating, Peck Sly on the head then proceed to eat all the foxes food while Sly would stand back and watch.
My dog Martha, and the seagull were friends.

 

 One day Sly just disappeared, never saw her again. Found a mate? an accident? Got pecked on the head too often? Dunno.

Fox burrow design.

It was a 50 foot triangle in the field about 1 foot below the surface with an emergency exit at each corner (I dug it up just to see the layout).  Midway between two of the points there was another burrow heading directly to the center of the triangle. That's where the den was, where the young were raised.

A fun pet... but not a sensible one. Too dangerous for kids and people.

060722 - - - 22 miles on a Garden Tractor

(Repost from Y360 7/22/06)

That’s how far it is for 8 trips on my ¼ mile road from the Pole Barn to the Cabin plus the main “yard” around the pole barn and around the cabin… mowed 3 times because the grass was taller than my small tractor which couldn’t handle it in just one cutting.
With the big tractor (with the broken belt) it would have been only 2.5 miles but I had to use a smaller tractor (42”).
Tomorrow, I have to mow the yard in town. The average city yard requires about a ½ mile walk with a 20” mower.

I LOVE MY FARM. It’s 2-½ miles to walk around the outside property line.

Below - The ¼ mile road from the pole barn to the cabin 










Below - View of Goose Creek from the front patio door of the Cabin. Diesel watching the geese.









Below - Front of the farmhouse, and the barn. This is part of the main horse pasture.
Note the dog kennels next to the barn.









Below - THIS is part of my back yard...View from the living room window.
See the two tractors plowing? There are deer in the back field and a lake just beyond the trees.












Below - View from the back 40 looking toward the house (far right on the ridge).










Below - View from the N 40 looking S toward the house. Some of the 30 cows.








Mother Black Angus and her one day old calf we named “Sweetpea”. 











Below - Early morning view of the mid and back 40.
I stood at this window for hours with a cup of coffee, just gazing out at the land and all the wildlife.











FIVE of the 9 horses at the salt lick. The two at the left are ponies.









My Sunday cars, a 23 Ford pickup and a 21 Ford touring.







Below - Harvest time.







Just a small glimpse of life on the farm. I have sold the farm house and back part of the farm, but still have the rest.