Fired Fox

Telling scar
Casey takes his turn at bat
Set the bar
Feed the fruit before it’s fat
Near and far
Hard to tell just where it’s at
Dogs of war
Chase the tales of Cheshire Cat

Muskrat stole
Wrapped around both lad & lass
Black like coal
Shiny as a piece of glass
Rabbit whole
Heading down the mountain pass
Lost control
Somewhere ‘tween the brake and gas

On they come
Marching ‘cross the fields again
To and from
Following the fading stain
Chanting hum
Echoes ‘oer the ‘umble plain
Ol’ Kingdom
Burning through the razing cane


Surplus Taper & Propped Up

Back in the day, when I was a child, we would make hay while the sun shined. After dark too. When the barns were stacked full we began stacking the “surplus” small square bales outside in large square haystacks. The stacks would reach the size of a building and we even tapered the top few layers like a roof line, setting each successive higher layer in from the edge by one half the width of a bale until we narrowed it to only one bale wide along the “ridge”. One neighbor would cover that with a “thatch” of loose hay but on our farm we would end the construct there.

No matter what place and order we would arrange the bales during the projects on the way up as soon as we were done stacking the stacks, settling due to gravity would ensue. Seldom was that settling on an even keel. One side would always settle more and the stacks would start to lean. Then Dad would have us nail a couple boards angled together onto the top of long poles to form a “T”. Those long poles were wedged between the sides of the stack leaning over and the ground below by digging a small divot and setting a short board stake diagonally into the divot to keep the bottom of the poles from sinking into the ground. It took what was once a pretty stack and made it almost an embarrassment. At least for those of us who stacked it.

Sometimes the propping up would work. Most times it failed and the stacks would topple over to be re-stacked beside the original footprint in a new more sustainable manner. Never as pretty as the original stack but sufficient to keep most of the weathering to a minimum. We always started feeding the outside stacked hay first. Even though the stacks were usually the “windbreak” along side the outside of the north fence line of the cattle feedlot. Fed from the top down the wind was still stopped until the piles were nearly gone by spring. The winter snow seldom seeped into the stack like the summer and autumn rains so having the tapered top gone did little damage if the snow was scooped off before the monthly thaws. But the hay was still slowly deteriorating. Eventually we would work through the surplus and move on to the still yummy hay in the barn.

Currently we are smack dab in the middle of our February thaw. I no longer have cattle and Dad is no longer with us but the weather and the warming sun have conjured up that memory. I thought I would share it with you. Take it for what it’s worth, if anything. Given the title, I’m curious as to what pops up when I type that title into You Tube’s search engine to add video.



Signal Nature

The mark. Your sign. The fruit by which thy shalt be known. The bottom line. Authorized.

Your name, should you choose to except it, can give you power. In certain circles. Among polite society. Inside of the ring. How insidious is it that you had no choice in it’s application. You weren’t born with it. It was painted on like the exterior coat of the shiny things that are purchased in town. Where they’re stored until the purchase is made. Regardless of the sales model, be it via the “old” bricks and mortar, or delivery to the home.

Just sign for it?

I say “old’ in quotations because this supposedly new sales model of purchase through the internet is actually very old. Don’t believe me? Ever heard of Sears and Roebuck? How about Monkey Wards? Ordered by way of snail mail and delivered through rural free delivery. Nothing bazaar about that. No booths. No haggling. Pay the price and move on. But buyer beware. Remorse can follow and usually does … (Dot dot dot Dash dash dash Dot dot dot)

The dotted line?

It’s dawned on me this is America. The land of new beginnings. Every new beginning is another new beginning’s end. Create your own reality. I know it’s hard. It takes imagination. At least have a hand in creating it. Co create it. Name and all. Penning a new name is easier than you think. It’s the handle of the tool. Retooled for the reorganization. See to it it has a nice ring to it. Roger that? Ten four good buddy. Gotta close with this line. Over and out.

Out there on that, anyone?