Don't ya just love foxtails and cheat grass? The pile of wood to the right was only 1/2 of it. There was a pile that looked just like it on the left not in this photo. The grass is so high, you can't see the pile of junk underneath it that came out of the house when Kirk replaced the countertop or when I stripped the front room. Tons of just crap stuff that needed gone.
So I started burning ... mowing ... raking ... burning some more ... raking ... mowing ... and made some headway. The lighting isn't right on these photos as a storm was rolling in just behind me, but I am too tired to do anything about it. So here they are.
Zip kept bringing me sticks when I would take a break and drink a beer on my tailgate. I kept telling him that the sticks go in the fire pile, and asking him what the problem was ... why didn't he want to put them there!
I walked into the backyard to bring the dogs in because of the storm that was brewing, and this is what I saw.
Look at those ears piled up on top of her head! What the hell!?!?!? They were sitting nicely at the sides of her head, and I thought we'd have some normal looking "down" ears. Apparently, they are not sure what to do. See?
(Does she look like an Aussie in this shot or what???)
And her so dainty, so lovely hairless mother.
Ouch. You poor thing.
Jodi
Be glad Zip was taking the stick off the the burning fire. you'd have had your hands full then :)
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