A Repost From Eight Years Ago~More Pictures...Fewer Words

It is...was a beautiful day. Warm, windy, and did I say wonderfully, comfortingly warm!
No snow, no rain, only mud left over from both.

Started at the barn with my four God-Given equine treasures.

(Refer to previous post, My Mistakes, My Glories.)
All not recently groomed with their winter coats.

As you can see the wind is blowing.

I took pictures of Arrow's whorls so I can get them read by some whorl experts (y'all!). 

In this picture you can see plainly why he is dubbed Broken Arrow.

Knot was too busy eating to smile for the camera.

Showing Magic's blue eye.

It was a day for muck boots, not these!
 It was warm enough that the mud felt quite wonderful pouring through all the holes
while I was trying to keep my balance.

Maggie and Lil anticipating the walk
Then we walked.

One of five ponds we have. This is the New pond, meaning it was built in the last twenty years. We also have the Top Pond, the Highline Pond, the Frog or Hog Pond and the Spring Pond.

Parts of the creek no one sees

Another hidden jewel

Help! I've lost my feet!
The sky darkens!
Watching Lil hunt a varmint.
Enjoyed the day and took many pictures.

and found my feet!

This post was written eight years ago, two months after I entered the blogosphere. Circumstances may have changed but I think I may be about the same.

Happy Holidays!

The Spring Pond

The fabricator had to create a "slip" for mud digging

This is Hubby with an ICD (pacemaker/defibrillator) and he's not supposed to weld!  He basically showed me the on/off switch and said, Don't watch but if I fall down, jerking, hit the kill switch!  

The dam was broken and the pond drained to a lower level.  I have shown some bank trimming and other things we have done.

Lis floated around pulling our limbs and cat tail stalks.

Time to try the slip

Didn't work as well as we wanted so back to the drawing board.

Dam was rebuilt.

Hubby lives to scare me...see the tractor tires off the ground?

So the pond filled with clearer banks, fewer reeds and limbs.  We begin to restock the fish our wonderful Blue Heron loves to eat.  We'll try again next summer.  By then Hubby will have a new piece designed to remove the mud.

What Grows On Your Catalpa?

In the Spring of this year we rescued the Catalpa tree so it could grow tall and unbound by undergrowth in hopes that it would host the great Catalpa worm that we LOVE for fish bait.

I checked for fish bait and they were there!!!

 I discovered this Assassin Beetle having a meal.

He posed and continued his meal as I picked a few caterpillars for fish bait.

We went fishing in the Top Pond

We caught a pair of bass (male and female)

 and a pair of sun perch to move to the spring pond.

I guess, in a round about way, our Catalpa Tree grows fish.

Getting Down and Dirty

This is the spring pond the spring branch flows through on its way to the creek.  Hubby had lowered the dam so we can do some cleaning.

I clipped and sawed and piled so we could reach the feeding dock and rebuild it.  I pulled old logs from mud and clipped new limbs for my brush pile.

The brush pile, left for wildlife habitat, grew

 as the area began to be cleared.

Hubby showed up FINALLY with the big equipment but I couldn't watch.  The bank is small with a drop off on one side and water on the other.  He certainly made a bigger showing than I did.

Removing these dead limbs and logs along the drained edge

got me bogged down a few times.

These boots were tired when we stopped for the day.

Next comes muck removal, feeder repair, and rebuilding the dam.

The fun has just begun.

Reflections With Lizzy

Spring pond with Lizzy

Top pond

water garden

Lizzy

Top pond reflections

Lizzy at the New pond definitely not thinking about swimming.

Oh, The Difference A Day Makes...

The wind began Sunday night and blew strongly straight from the south, strong winds, with thunder, lightening and rain.  Nothing serious but it sounded bad.

The spring pond, minus the fallen trees is full again.  The water will clear after the rain.  We muddied things up a little with the tree dragging.

Full to the levee, once again, we can restock the fish.

The creek was rain-swollen and rolling with the rain we had.  The dogs and I explored to our heart's content.

Where the Rock Hollow runs into the live creek, the water is clear.

You know I can't stay out of the water!

I am the original wild child!

A visit to my favorite place, the Rock Hollow

and back to the valley before another storm arrived.