No, that’s got nothing to do with the post, I just always liked the line. And may I say that when you wake up singing a pretentious* Neil Diamond song, especially one from that source, it’s probably going to be a weird day. 🙂
So it begins. From now until sometime in April, the time of the morning when the sun clears the eastern ridge and starts to paint the one to the west, across the wash, will be a matter of interest. At the Solstice, it’ll happen sometime around eight AM. And it’s a drag.
Sorry about the photo quality, as with all things I do the best I can with what I’ve got. It’s really very pretty, but you’ll have to take my word for it.
This is the time of year when I start trying to go to bed later, because I really hate waking up early and freezing in the dark. I much prefer freezing in the light.
The girls just wanted to know where their damned feeder went. Tired of feeding rats, I’ve been taking it in in the evenings and so must remember to put it back out in the morning.
My idea of prosperity is full bins and buckets. 24 hours ago I was scraping the bottom of this one, but yesterday I brought back 100# of chicken pellets. Which always makes me feel much more the prosperous hermit.
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*Yeah, I know. Like there’s any other kind.
Actually, I always liked the sound of “Johnathan Livingston Seagul” myself. Just never really got the point, if you know what I mean. But then, I’ve never really understood the WORDS being sung in a lot of music, so I miss a lot. 🙂
So poison the rats. Leave decoy poisoned chicken feed pellets outside their enclosure so the rats have to walk past them first. Hopefully they will eat enough of the poisoned pellets to die. Raising the feeders up off the ground works with mice (and the chickens can still eat) but your rats are probablhy too big for that.
That’s a nice platform at the bottom of your steps. Move it out a bit and it will be just as good a platform at the bottom of the two tier ramp with a midway landing that replaces your steps. Just saying…