Good Fences on a Hot Summer Day

Far from fresh water the dogs followed me

Here's the fence I crawled under to help find water...

in a dry creek.

Lil, the oldest in this pack, not counting me,

 thought the water should be here.

Lil was walking where water used to be.

I'm not sure she trusted me to find water.

but I did!!! It was a short walk for me...a long run for them.

Every dog was thrilled.

We celebrated and thanked God for leaving us such a treasure.

We headed home.  The pack leader (me) knew some secrets the dogs didn't know. These "dry" creeks carry the run off from rain and wet weather springs but are empty when it gets really dry.  We're not REALLY dry... yet.

Joining TexWisGirl for Good Fences.

Resurrecting The Dragon

I discovered the trapped dragon on a cool autumn day in a dry creek.  She could not escape without my help.  I called out the big equipment and climbed carefully down into the unknown to help resurrect this lady.

Stopped in her tracks and trapped here for decades maybe centuries of floods.  Once majestic now worn and polished by time, sand and water.

I carefully placed the logs tongs around her middle and stood by for the big equipment to safely extract her.

 Up she rises, wings 

as if in flight.

Lizzy directed my climb out by cheering me on.

 As the dragon rested I planned safe transport.

While the Man In Charge directed (much like Lizzy)

I hooked my dear dragon for her home journey.

I hooked her again

and again.

 She is airborne! 

Almost home

She lies in wait for me to awaken her magic.

Walking On The Dry Side

I walked the dry creek which is really dry this time,

more dry than I've ever seen.

We had an abundance of rain through winter and spring

but now the deep holes are dry and the ponds are lower.

I know the leaves fall when the light lessens but many have fallen from the dry.  The trees are smarter than me and know when they can no longer feed their leaves.

As I walk and explore dry waterfalls I've never seen, I worry since water is such an important thing.

May the rains come.

Walking...

Lil stands on the tree trunk covered with poison oak.

I use to bathe here as a young child in summer.

This live creek has water year round.

This is a "dry" creek.

It will go dry if we don't receive enough rain.

See the tiny resident?

It's just a frog, Pat.

Treasures from the rain.

At The Farm

I'm thinking, what am I doing. This blog is called At The Farm and I am talking about werewolves! Some thing's not right here. I ramble, moan, groan and rant. I should be grateful that we have a wonderful farm and show off some of the highlights.


A few weeks ago I featured a new bridge that my hubby and his grand Kubota made for us. Now last week was a test for the water drainage. This is a dry ditch behind my sister's house. When it rains an inch, it will start running. This shows the muddy water draining from the new road work. The bridge is working fine. We could never have moved it without the help of Kubota man. After the water cleans, it is very pretty and keeps running a few days after the rain. This was a washing spot that we filled with rock to avoid other erosion.

Of course you have met Princess in other posts. She is examining the tree Hubby dragged in (again with his mighty Kubota) to cut and split for Marcy's fireplace. Yes, this is a tree left over from the tornado damage in February.

Knot and Arrow playing. Someone has been scratching on my R, I will have to fix that!

Now we know why Andrew is such a good fullback! When he can get through Lil AND Maggie, no one can stop him. This is the way he practices. Lil and Maggie are always after the football, and he is dodging them.

I still do not know what led me to blog. I have met some wonderful people and learned many things. I have laughed and I have cried. Thank you for stopping by to visit At The Farm.