Hounds
12 Miles, and I went no where
All around, the last couple of weeks have been stressful. In the non-hound, non-bee and non-garden realm (read: work), it is the kind of stress that comes from dealing with things and people that down-right piss you off. In the realm of hounds and bees (and gardens), we had the unfortunate need to have one of the hounds make his final trip to the veterinarians' office. In the circle of folks my wife frequents, this is referred to as "heading to the bridge"; like during their lives, the animal's journey to the bridge is embellished, dramatized, and/or anthropomorphized. Homer caught a ride, to the bridge, in the back of our old red truck. (which most likely has, since selling it, died, too) Homer would not have taken a bus; some people will say their pup took a bus. Homer hate all vehicles with air-brakes or most likely fueled by diesel - something with the low-rumble set him off.
And then...there were Hive Frames
April 10, is quickly approaching. It is the day we head to Stillwater, MN to pick up the bees. Until then, we have been busily preparing things. On Friday, there were two large boxes of stuff sitting on the front porch. It was the unassembled frames, wax-coated foundations, two new bee suits/jackets, a new smoker, and several other miscellaneous things. It looked like we would be assembling frames over the weekend.
Random Musings on Eating and Food-waste
I could not help but think of Mr. Wu, from HBO's series Deadwood. In the series, Mr. Wu was the go-to guy for disposing of unwanted bodies. Mr. Wu would feed the corpses to his pigs - the pigs would leave nearly nothing behind.
I was standing on the back steps of the house, watching two of our hounds have a mid-day snack; they each had half of a rabbit head. Three of our four dogs eat a raw diet (the fourth dog has digestive issues and requires a higher fiber, lower fat diet than what is provided by raw). Throughout the winter months, we tend to have issues with rabbits. It has not been particularly bad this winter; we have actually only had the live-trap out for a brief time in January. The one and only rabbit caught this winter was from in January; humanely dispatched, it hung in the garage - frozen - until this past weekend when I quartered it up for the hounds.
