Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Cluck, Cluck!

An IM from Sarah on Tuesday: "Call me" Call Me

Sarah: "I've got another building project for ya."

Me: "Yeah, what is it!!!"

Sarah: "Somewhere to put the new chickens... that we just got!"

I get home and there are two roosters and three hens to add to our collection!

For about 8 years, Sarah has joked with Wayne (my boss and her's also when she was with Tumi) that she was going to buy and give him a Dominicker Chicken. We have even looked for photos and/or a stuffed chicken to present to him. NO JOY on that! Now, we have four live Doninique Chickens! The other rooster is a regular white feathered bird with a red/brown saddle.


Millie, Monica and Michelle --- and of course Metro



Monty (need a better picture of this one)



Marvin

From Wiki:
The Dominique chicken is considered America's oldest breed of chicken, having been brought to New England from southern England during colonial times. By the 19th century, they were widely popular and were raised in many parts of the country. Dominiques are a dual purpose breed, being valued for their meat as well as for their brown eggs. They weigh 6 to 8 pounds at maturity. In earlier times, their feathers were much sought after as stuffing for pillows and mattresses.

After the Plymouth Rock breed was developed from the Dominiques in the 1870's, the Dominiques' popularity declined, until by 1950 they were so rare as to be considered nearly extinct. During the 1970's, Dominiques were listed in "Critical" status by the American Livestock Breeds Conservancy, with fewer than 500 breeding birds in North America. However, due to a revival of interest in them and other rare breeds, the Dominiques have made a comeback and are now listed on the "Watch" list, indicating lesser danger of extinction.

Dominiques, historically called Dominickers by many people, are quite distinctive in appearance, having a rose-colored comb and a heavy plumage of striped black-and-white feathers (a pattern called "barring").

Monday, October 29, 2007

Metro Monday


"I don't like Sundays"


Metro knows that something is different about Sunday. When we both start with showers and dressing for Sunday School, he will get into a bad mood. As we are running back and forth trying to get ready, Metro will start with his pouting. For he knows while we are at church, he will be left alone.


He doesn't like guarding the house. He doesn't like being alone. He doesn't like Sundays.


He will wad up into a ball, either on our pillows or at the foot of the bed. All the time, he is watching our movements as we prepare to make our exit about 9:30 each Sunday morning. Any other time, the donning of shoes means we are going outside and he is bouncing at our heels to join us. Whether it is a journey to the Beaver Pond, to feed the chickens and goats, to check on the garden or (his favorite) to visit with Mama - he anxiously awaits for the door to open. But not on Sundays, his eyes dart back and forth as we go about our tasks. He knows what is to come; 3 hours of alone time.

He loves being with us, especially when we are in the same room. Yesterday, we were trying to rest a bit from our weekend. Sarah was napping in our bedroom and I was in my recliner watching the NASCAR race (read as: examining the inside of my eyelids for leaks). But he wanted us together, he would jump off the bed and into the living room - scratching on the foot of my recliner. He would stay for just a few minutes and back to the bedroom. He repeated this several times, neither of us were getting any sleep. So I moved to the bedroom and to my side of the bed. Metro took his position between us - more on this next week.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Blooms in Autumn


A few weeks ago I noticed a shimmer of white on the Pear Tree in Mama's yard. Easter Sunday, with its killing frost, made for reduced crops of peaches, pears, blueberries and pecans in Georgia and thoughout the Southeast. Anything that was blooming that second Sunday of April was stunted. There are no seed pots on the Paulownia trees in the yard this year. But there are many flower buds. We have seen them in past years, but never had any to fully bloom in October, until today:



Thursday, October 25, 2007

Full Moon

Pink Twilight

I scan the horizons, westward the setting sun.
Cloudlessness mingling with tree tops.
The day is nearly complete,
The crispness of autumn in the air.

The deep blue sky of the day fades,
Contrails the only contrast of the sun filled day,
Vapors concentrate on the rim of the atmosphere.

To the east the wisps are painted pink
Darkness begins to settle 'round about.
Our day is ending with a sense of awe
Full moon rising to light the night.

Monday, October 22, 2007

Metro Monday

Have I mentioned that Metro is rotten???

We built a obseravation deck at the Beaver Pond last weekend and Metro has already included in his routine being lifted and placed on the elevated platform to help watch for wildlife. He will sit quietly, cuttle up into his cushion and get a morsel of food or drink of water. As long as Sarah and/or I are nearby, he is content... Rotten!

We went to the Beaver Pond for just a few minutes with no intent of climbing up the three steps and six feet. We were about to leave and Metro started whinning. We looked around to see what was wrong. Metro was on the first step --- wanting to take his post.




Saturday, October 20, 2007

Two years



The phone call hit me like a ton of bricks. The "in the middle of the night" ringing that everyone dreads. But Sherry made it as easy and gentle as possible... For that, I will bealways thankful.

She also made sure that Mom and Dad were seen after and cared for. She was there for them when I couldn't be there physically. Over the last few years, you have been there for me also.

Thanks, Sherry... I think I will keep you around - even though you are 350 miles away. You make a pretty good sister! Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket

Free Bird


Lynyrd Skynyrd's legend is grounded in a plane crash that occurred 6:52 CDT on October 20, 1977, three days after the release of Street Survivors. A chartered Convair 240, N55VM, carrying the band between shows from Greenville, South Carolina to LSU in Baton Rouge, Louisiana crashed near a forest five miles northeast of Gillsburg, MS (N31 04.317 W90 35.950). The crash killed singer/songwriter Ronnie Van Zant, guitarist/vocalist Steve Gaines, vocalist Cassie Gaines, assistant road manager Dean Kilpatrick, pilot Walter McCreary and co-pilot William Gray. Other band members were injured, some very seriously. Drummer Artimus Pyle crawled out of the plane wreckage with several broken ribs, but was ambulatory, as were road crew members Kenneth Peden Jr. and Mark Frank. Of the 26 on board, 20 survived the crash.

The official NTSB accident report reads, "The National Transportation Safety Board determined that the probable cause of this accident was fuel exhaustion and total loss of power from both engines due to crew inattention to fuel supply. Contributing to the fuel exhaustion were inadequate flight planning and an engine malfunction of undetermined nature in the right engine which resulted in higher-than-normal fuel consumption."



History of the Flight:

On October 20, 1977, the L&J Company Convair 240 registration (N55VM) operated as a charter flight to transport the Lynyrd Skynyrd Band from Greenville, SC to Baton Rouge, LA. The aircraft was owned by the L&J Company of Addision, TX and the flight crew was employed by Falcon Aviation of Addision. A lease agreement had been entered into by Lynyrd Skynyrd Productions, Inc. and the L&J Company for the period October 11, 1977 to November 2, 1977.


At 05:30 local on October 18, 1977 N55VM had arrived at the Greenville, SC downtown airport from Lakeland, FL. While on the ground at Greenville, the aircraft had been refueled with 400 gallons of 100 octane low lead fuel.On October 20, 1977 at 17:02 local, the flight had departed Greenville Downtown Airport for Baton Rouge, LA. The pilot had filed an IFR flight plan by phone with the Greenville Flight Service Station.


The route of flight was to be V20 Electric City, direct Atlanta, direct La Grango, direct Hattiesburg V222 McComb, V194 direct Baton Rouge. The pilot requested an altitude of 12,000 feet and stated that his time enroute would be 2 + 43 and that the aircraft had 5 hours of fuel on board. The pilot was also given a weather briefing.The flight was initially cleared as filed, except the pilot was told to maintain 5,000 feet.


Shortly after take-off, the flight was cleared to 8,000 and was asked to report when leaving 6,000. When the flight reported leaving 6,000 it was issued a frequency change. The pilot did not adhere to the 8,000' restriction and continued climbing to 12,000. The flight was allowed to continue its climb to 12,000 and the clearance was so amended.After reaching 12,000, N55VM proceeded according to flight plan and at 18:39:50 was cleared to descend to and maintain 6,000.


This clearance was acknowledged. At 18:40:15 the flight told Houston Center, "We're out of one two thousand for six thousand."


About 18:42:00 the flight advised Houston, "Yes sir, we need to get to an airport, the closest airport you've got, sir!" Houston Center responded by asking the crew if they were in an emergency status.


The reply was, "Yes sir, we're low on fuel and we're just about out of it, we want vectors to McComb, post haste please, sir!"


Houston Center gave the flight vectors to McComb and at 18:42:55 advised it to turn to a heading of 250 degrees. The flight did not confirm that a turn was initiated until 18:44:12.


At 18:44:34, the pilot of N55VM said, "We are not declaring an emergency, but we do need to get close to McComb as straight and good as we can get, sir!"


At 18:45:12 the flight advised Houston Center, 55 Victor Mike, we're out of fuel!" Center replied, "Roger, understand you're out of fuel?"


The flight replied, "I'm sorry, it's just an indication of it." The crew did not explain what that indication was.


At 18:45:47 Houston Center requested the flight's altitude. The response was, "We're at four point five." That was the last recorded communication between N55VM and Houston Center. Several attempts were made by Houston Center to contact the flight but there was no response.


At 18:55:51 another aircraft reported picking up a weak transmission from an (ELT) emergency locator transmitter.The aircraft had crashed in heavily wooded terrain, during twilight hours at an elevation of 310 feet and at latitude N31 04.317 longitude 90 35.950 near the town of Gillsburg, MS.



With the time gaps, speed of the plane and the flight path - it seeems to me that the pilot over shot the McComb airport and crashed some 10.5 miles away.

"To me, there's nothing freer than a bird, you know, just flying wherever he wants to go. And, I don't know, that's what this country is all about, being free. I think everyone wants to be a free bird." - Spoken by Ronnie, in an interview, while fishing.

"I'm as free as a bird now,
and this bird you cannot change." - From the song, Free Bird.



If the South would've won we'd a had it made,
I'd prolly run for President of the Southern States.
The day young Skynyrd died, we'd show our Southern Pride,
If the South woulda won we'd had a it made.


lyric: If The South Woulda Won by Hank Williams, Jr.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

The Kids' Birthday

Sugar and Spice are one year old today!!!



The afternoon of the day they were born



First Christmas

Spring time treats


The Kids of Summer


Dog Days Treats



Pgymy Goats Fall



Birthday Pine Needles

Happy Birthday, Girls!!!

Monday, October 15, 2007

Metro Monday




Warm Towels

The dryer stops...
The clothes are removed...
Metro's ears perk up...
Clothes are carried to the couch for folding...
Metro jumps onto the couch and stakes his claim...
We always leave a warm towel or two for Metro's nap!!!

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

Forward... March!!!


These three ducks have been spending a lot of time near the house lately. Little web foot prints show their paths from the pond through dew covered grass. They are on a mission... They are looking for handouts. Cracked corn is their reward.

Sarah is working on getting them close enough to eat from her hands.


She's getting there...