Nothing Doing

One of my favorite phrases from Grandpa Claycomb’s 1909 diary.

Minimalist Fence

Minimalist and quite ineffective fence.

OK, maybe it was a gate to begin with, but it really works as a fence, just not a very good one.  I’ll try to sneak it into Friday Fences.

Border Fence between Old and New Mexico

This fence saddens me, but I’m still entering it in Friday Fences.

 

Signs of Deer

The dog and I had a nice treat last night – deer visiting the yard.  Sola started by barking, but soon obeyed to watch silently.  It was too dark for photos – I really saw only silhouettes.  Five does, not all that big.

This morning I can see they mostly munched on cactus.  They really mow down the cactus with the fewest spines.  A better armed cactus next to their feeding spot was not touched.

Untouched!

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They came within about 30 feet of the house and nibbled on the juniper.  Spiny cactus and juniper – not a tasty meal in my opinion, but high in fiber.

We watched for almost half an hour.  And today I’ll water the cactus to help it recover.

Nibbled Juniper

Mud Mountain Formations

I’ve seen these formations in the Mud Springs Mountains over the years and I still don’t know if they are crystal formations or fossils.  I’d like to think they’re fossils, but it’s not really a voting situation.

The overall length of the crystalline part is about 8 inches.

Do you know what this is?

 

 

 

On Dad’s 97th Birthday

My Dad was a salesman, which is sort of an entertainer.  Always the nice guy, always “on”.  Maybe that’s why I like this photo of him, rather pensive, not concerned with what others thought at the moment.  Not selling anything.

It’s his birthday today – and Groundhog Day too!  He would have been 97.

On Grandpa Claycomb’s Birthday

He was born 126 years ago in Illinois.