Ponzi and Fire

Mom asked me on the phone, "hey! What's the calf's name?" Ok, the calf's name is Ponzi. We'll never forget what year he was conceived and born in! I do feel sorry for all those folks who lost money in the latest Ponzi scheme... hope they all get enough to eat and adequate housing. I could say more about it, but then I couldn't write about the fire.

Yup, another fire. And waaaay too many firetrucks, but of course, you never know. We're very grateful that the fire dept. gets here quickly. This fire started in the carcass pit, and we've been doing a lot of slaughtering lately -- oops, guess I should've given the Gruesome warning. Too late. Anyway, the pit's right to the right of the hay barn, and we were all worried about that catching fire, which it could've done if the wind were coming from the right direction. Fortunately all that was burned or damaged was about 2 dozen bales of mulch hay, and Casey, Rusty says, will be able to tell us more about hay needs later in the year.

I managed to help out a bit -- just enough to get in the way. I drove a car around the block with Rusty to find Casey on the tractor, which we did. We also found a lost pumper truck, looking for 138 Vigor Rd. Oops. That address does not exist. Well, I managed to put the car between that truck and two others, with Casey behind the pumper with the tractor pulling the auger. Did I mention the auger? It's a big thing for getting beans out of a silo. It was pulled by the tractor. And the poor fellow doing the traffic directing was bamboozled, so I jumped out of the car and let Rusty drive, and walked to my meeting, and made it there on time. Ez and Bucket didn't -- they were helping with the fire.

Okey dokey artichokey. I'm glad we live where there's not a water shortage and it's going to rain maybe soon,
love,
Kelpie