The Flying Reese

I haven't had trash service in quite a while.  Instead, I've been taking my trash over to Jaenne's and using her service mainly when we get together for dinner or whatever ... thanks Jaenne!  I'd take the bigger stuff to the dump.  The reasoning behind it was money.  For as seldom as a single person fills up a trash can, paying $35 per month (or whatever most rural services want), it wasn't worth it.

Enter Idaho Garbologists!

My neighbor told me they were charging $10 per month!  "No way," I thought.  So I sent them an email.  Sure enough ... it's $10.11 per month, billed quarterly.  Hell yeah, sign me up.

I came home tonight and voila!

I know.  Who does this, right?  Who takes a photo of their trash can?  ME!  I have lots of plans for this can!  Gotta love it!

It was gorgeous out, so I decided to take a look around the property and see what needed immediate attention.  I took my camera with me.  Let's take a tour, shall we?

This is right outside my front door.  No, I'm not photographing the flowers, and quite frankly, am surprised they exist.  All around them is slate tile from when the tile floor in the kitchen got torn out over a year ago.  I still have not finished cleaning that up.  That's a job for the Mighty Garbologist can!

Moving on ... into the west pasture.  If you remember, there used to be a mobile home on this "pad" and when the guy came and took it out, he did a pretty good job of taking 95% of the stuff with him, leaving me some broken concrete, some trash, and lots and lots of glass.

Here is almost the exact same photo from the day I first saw the house.




What a difference, eh?

I raked up the glass last year.  This is a new crop that grew out of the ground. 

And the raspberry vines ... what an eyesore.  And there's a whole bunch of bark and crap on the ground.

This is actually a very pretty little tree when I can keep the sheep away from it.  I need to fence it off.

Here's a gate and post waiting to be put up.

And this fenceline is in desperate need of being replaced with panels.

This is a pretty bush when it's in full bloom.

The fencing around it, however, is an eyesore that needs fixing.

Here's the inside of the mobile home pad.  I raked this last year.  This is a new crap crop.

And this poor apricot tree ... it needs pruning so badly.  I am sure it will cost me a small fortune.

 I love the blooms on it.  I was taking some photos of the blooms ...

...And when I edited the photos, I found this.

And this:

Thought that was pretty cool.

Some pallets ready to be screwed together to make a small holding pen for the sheep (along with the pallets you can barely see behind them).

The railroad ties that are waiting for the bon fire to be started and the massive pile of junk to be turned to ash so the garden can be put together.

I look into the front pasture, and the sheep are having a great time.  Lambie races were going on!  Here are some lousy photos as I snuck up on them.

Even Pepe and Momma got into it!!  Go Pepe, you fat ass!  (Momma, what is that on your face?)

All is calm again...

My neighbor came over the other day and sprayed the weeds in the "borrow pit" in the front of the house where we trimmed that huge bush a month ago or so.  It did a great job of killing stuff off.  Now I've got to rake all that crap out of there.  I imagine I could probably rake it away from the vinyl fence and burn it.

I went into the pasture with the idea that I could get a nice shot of the sheep with the house in the background, and use it for the top of my blog ... kinda like the "ranch" photo.  I saw this and couldn't resist.  A family portrait ... but, er, um ... Momma!  What is that on your face?

Pepe ... you're quite the dude.

So I was starting to arrange the shot ... and was going to wait for the sheep to relax because this looked a little silly ...

... when all of a sudden, the sheep took off to my right.  WTF????  I took the camera away from my face ... and this is what I saw.

Master Escape Artist.  <--- I will re-address this later.  At this point, I didn't realize exactly how big of a hassle this posed.

Because I am such the disciplinarian, I told her off, grabbed her by the scruff, shook the crap out of her, took her back up to the house, threw her in a crate, and didn't feed her for a week.

Ok, not really.

I had the camera with me and thought, "what the hell... why not?"

Enter Reese.

Ok ... now I know I've mentioned she's fast.  I am not lying.

She is hard to photograph without getting dizzy and falling on your ass.

I do not have one photo of her and the sheep in the same photo.  She stays a pretty good distance off the sheep for the most part, so that's great.  She just has to figure out where balance is.  I've never had to teach a dog where balance is, but I'm getting it.  At first, I started stopping her mechanically on balance and walking her up, but I want her to feel it.  So I figured out that if I run backwards fast enough, when she overflanks, she's starting to correct herself and fall in to balance.

 

She is great fun to work! 

Caught this out of the corner of my eye.  I love spring!

And this is the bush I transplanted from Jaenne's house.  I am not sure it's alive.  The leaves are crumbling off.  I should probably prune it back and see if it makes it.

Ok, so I went into the house, put the camera down, got a beer, found the rake, and my brand new trash can and went to work.  Here's some photos of the result.

I found a mohair bush!  I could make millions!

I went down into the irrigation canal to check out the job I did shoveling out my access the other day.   My property is along the right there. 

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The back side of the backyard that has the chickens, etc.

And here's my irrigation access pipe.

I dug this all out ... and there's that piece of rebar in there that I'm not sure what it's for.

I wonder if it has something to do with one of those big headgate things that has the wheel on it about waist height.  That would be good.  I should have taken photos of the way I have to turn the water on and off right now.  My face is pretty close to the ground when I do it, and last year, I had a black widow on me ... good thing I saw it before she figured out she was on me.  Another time, I got a tick in my hair.  Ew!

See the sign behind Zip?  That my crabby neighbor's "No Tresspassing" sign.  This is the house to the east of me (not my awesome neighbors ... the other way).  This is the guy that threatens to shoot me or call the cops or whatever when I walk on the irrigation canal in front of his house.  Here are some pics.

His house.

From my house to his.

I love the purple wildflowers (weeds?)...

This is one of the corners of my property.  I have no idea what this mess is.  Haven't gotten here yet.

This weedy area is another small piece of my property (I think ... at least that's how it shows on the maps...) and this is the piece that my (good) neighbor and I were talking about fencing off and grazing.  I think I'll try to work on that this weekend.

And this is the dog run that I temporarily put up when I first moved in.  I think it's time to take it down and start revamping this whole dog thing.  I can use these panels to do the fenceline previously mentioned in this past.  This is the kennel run that Reese got out of.  The problem with that scenario is ... I walked the fenceline and can't see an access hole.  That means she scaled it (the metal part ... I hope).  Ugh.

Here are "the girls" settling in.  They are giving me about 9 eggs per day.  My co-workers are buying dozens of eggs from me, and the money is going back into this food that these birds are apparently diggin'!

I love this tree.  Another apricot tree, I think.  But I love the color of the blooms up against the pig house.

Well, that's it for now.  Survivor tomorrow night, so I doubt I'll get much, if anything done.

Jodi