It has been a very long time since my last post and there is much to catch up on. The biggest news is that we put our Austin house on the market, sold it rather quickly by all accounts and now live in a slightly larger than 500 square foot cabin on the small farm. We have been here for about 8 weeks come Halloween.
There are lots of interesting rocks being discovered as we dig and prep. I also believe I am finding calcified bone fragments. And while digging Felix the Cat (the skidsteer) out of the garden, I found my first arrowhead. Of course, I am eyes glued to the ground when in the garden looking for more "artifacts."
During the evening we hunt for shooting stars. Any night of the week if you look long enough you will see a shooting star or space trash. On Wednesday evening, October 22nd I saw a slow moving light. At first, I thought it was a plane. Then it started descending downward rapidly. My next thought was a panicked one...it was a plane crashing. And next the falling light just fizzled out.
My conclusion: I was watching a "man-made falling space trash" star. Oh well, better falling space trash than a falling plane.
Last evening we had a shooting star watching contest. Greg won seeing the first. Nonetheless, we all witnessed at least one through the night. Greg and Sean topped the list evidently with an amazing spectacle of a bad-ass shooting star. Regrettably, Michelle and I did not get to see it. My next internet activity is to research if there is meteor activity that produced last night's show.
There are countless reasons for the move, but primarily it was quality time here that finally got us off our duffs. This includes quality time with Jasper. He is such a beggar! Despite his fickle nature, he really is a good donkey and he warms my heart--especially on the days he allows me to brush him.
We now have added more four-legged critters. 
Meet the dairy goats: Ginger, Cocoa and Brie. Guess which one is Brie. Brie we believe is a mix of Nubian and Boer. Ginger and Cocoa are Nubians. Look at those handsome markings and Roman noses!
Meet the dairy goats: Ginger, Cocoa and Brie. Guess which one is Brie. Brie we believe is a mix of Nubian and Boer. Ginger and Cocoa are Nubians. Look at those handsome markings and Roman noses! We are working with them so they will freely come up to us. We're still not there yet unless goat treats are involved. Hopefully soon we can turn them out into the pasture with the rest of the animals.
Jasper is calmly curious--he used to guard goats and I think they are bringing back memories. Below is a picture of me giving Jasper an apple treat. That was a "fickle" day. As you can see, he would stretch his neck to keep a safe distance. He oh so wanted that apple though.
I know we need a donkey diet plan, but this would involve the neighbors. After meeting and getting to know some of them, Sean has come to the conclusion that Jasper belongs to the entire neighborhood--we just house him. Everyone evidently stops and gives him a treat.
To date, we have dug up an area for an initial garden and a pond that will be the future home of the future ducks. I had ducks as a child and hope to have them again as a much older adult. I haven't really decided what kind yet. Possibly Khaki Campbells.
There are lots of interesting rocks being discovered as we dig and prep. I also believe I am finding calcified bone fragments. And while digging Felix the Cat (the skidsteer) out of the garden, I found my first arrowhead. Of course, I am eyes glued to the ground when in the garden looking for more "artifacts."
During the evening we hunt for shooting stars. Any night of the week if you look long enough you will see a shooting star or space trash. On Wednesday evening, October 22nd I saw a slow moving light. At first, I thought it was a plane. Then it started descending downward rapidly. My next thought was a panicked one...it was a plane crashing. And next the falling light just fizzled out.
My conclusion: I was watching a "man-made falling space trash" star. Oh well, better falling space trash than a falling plane.
Last evening we had a shooting star watching contest. Greg won seeing the first. Nonetheless, we all witnessed at least one through the night. Greg and Sean topped the list evidently with an amazing spectacle of a bad-ass shooting star. Regrettably, Michelle and I did not get to see it. My next internet activity is to research if there is meteor activity that produced last night's show.
So, do we regret our move admid all the spooky economic chaos going on right now? If you cannot tell from the above, the answer is hands down "No!"
Until the next post, I say Happy Halloween.
