September 25, 2009

September fishing




Last Wednesday, I took my sisters and littler brother fishing at a near by pond across the road that my sisters named Bass pond , because of all the large mouth bass we catch in that particular pond. but this time we just caught 4 little blue gills. Other times though, we've caught 5 to 4 pound bass. My favorite live bait to use in that pond are farm raised grasshoppers and crickets. Well actually we don't really mean to grow them. But the bass pond fish absolutely love them! We all like to use a blue sparkly plastic worm in the summer for bass fishing.

September 21, 2009

Opossum Invasion


Since we've come home, my dad's found four possums snacking on our chickens. We haven't had any raccoon problems for years thanks to our dog, Aiden, but he has been at a Friends house wile we have been gone, so the possums moved in. This last one I put in the freezer so I could try to skin it, but I forgot all about it and left it in our freezer for 6 days, so now it's way to old to skin, and it set off a horrible musky smell. I got in trouble for that. I hope our food doesn't taste possumy , I don't think that sounds very appetizing.

September 18, 2009

Memorial

During my visit in CA, three of our most loved pets passed away this summer .
last year Cookie, my sister's kittie, survived serious head injury when accidently smashed in a car door at 8 weeks, and ever since she'd been a bit crazy, but loved people. And some how it stunted her growth, and she's always been the same size since.
just last week when my family and I came home from CA, she disappeard.
Cookie had been reported sick before my family came to pick J. up. Tigress, My favorite cat, died caring for 4 orphaned litters of kittens. About four years ago, I rescued her and her siblings from an old farmer that was just going to shoot them, or feed them to his dogs. At first she was just a mean barn kittie, the wildest of her litter but with loads of Patience and a few bit fingers, I tamed her with the help of my sisters, and we be came best friends. Molly, our jersey cow died by some poisonous plant. she was also bloated, but when mom stabbed Molly to get rid of all the gas , she didn't improve . She was an excellent milker, giving 6 gallons of milk a day . Funny,.... I think I miss churning butter.