dragging logs, standing tall and closed forest




The Montezuma quail pair are back but I’ve only seen them twice so far. As I’ve said before, they do not come in close.


There were two fallen trees on the low end of my property. Not good if a wildfire came through. I cut them up and took the branches to the slash dump. Dragged the logs up to this spot. You might see the log-dragger that I used last summer. From here it was relatively easy to drag them up where I was going to use them, just before the pickup. Feels so good doing this type of work (as long as it is on my property).


It is so dry here, no rain since I got back on March 25. Passed two of those towable road department digital warning signs, reading Forrest Closed. Had not seen that before. Driving along the 34 mile scenic byway between Cloudcroft and Timberon, there were warning notices at all of the trailheads and overlooks. The large wildfire near Ruidoso, NM was 100 miles to the north in the Sacramento Mountain. Same mountain range and forrest where I live. I just do not feel as safe in the mountains as I used to.



This old guy said, “Seriously, my biggest fear about becoming a zombie, is all the walking.”


I’m guessing these are cicadas. As I was finding corpses on the ground, I was hearing cicadas. I come across the form on the left from time to time when digging. They dig themselves out of the ground, then open up, to release the next stage. The male cicada makes a loud shrill droning noise by vibrating two membranes on its abdomen. Didn’t know the sound comes from the belly.


This is a better photo showing how they open up, or are torn open. Cannot imagine what that fells like.
I think I can now guess what kind of animal has been digging all the small holes in the dirt. I really am going to learn about this whole process.



The postal service finally had the pad poured and brought in the mail boxes. They are set up near the volunteer fire department. The first time the survey lines for the slab were done with paint without any corner stakes. It rained and the lines were washed away. Yep, thinkin’ the same thing. Took a coupla weeks for them to come back out to redo the lines. Now I’m officially on Ruby Dr., rather than at my old PO box#.

One morning when the deer came by, was a bit different. There were eight does and they were all milling about. Both adults and little ones. One would bound, a single bound, at another, who would scoot away, a body length or two. Then the scooter moved towards another doe to single-bound at. They all kept milling about, bounding and scooting for a couple minutes. Not the normal behavior I generally observe. At one point an adult doe stood straight up on her hind legs with her forelegs extended. Hadn’t seen that before. She looked huge, so tall. One of those Whoa! moments. Wish I was a decent writer so I could have painted a picture of what I was seeing. It was a sight to see. Sorry.

I completed the first of two rubber roof treatment for this year. I was up on the roof for one hour and forty minutes cleaning in prep for the first of two coatings of Protect All RV Rubber Roof Treatment. This is what I’ve always used but I’m going to do some research to see if something better has come on the market.

s The ball is in your court. Pick it up.

April sixty minutes sixty years—2395 minutes
April Triple 18—upper: 2485; core:1965 ; legs: 4765

You can’t move mountains by whispering at them.
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Comments

JudithK said…
Yes, a deer on its hind legs will put the fear into you. I get scared even when they stomp.

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