Relocation, relocation, relocation

Bythe dim light of a huge moon (GORGEOUS shot included), the intrepid troupe of me, Dad and Peter headed out to separate the chickens.

Yup, they're almost growed up now, time to expand the coop.

33 of the roughly 90 surviving flock were relocated to the new digs.

They're slow and stupid-er at this time of the evening. They've settled down and won't run away. Smarter chickens would be INSIDE, but not these ones.

So, it's just a matter of putting them in the crate, carting them to the other coop and disgorging.

Then they're all settled in for the night.

Cluck, cluck.

A cunning round of card play by Peter

Slapped down a card in our round of canasta last night...."I'll show you where the bear sat down in the buckwheat!"

(I have no idea....)

Didn't know she could move so fast!

Mom was heading out for her morning walk, fiddling with her walkman (yes, walkman). She looked up to see Sam the Dog running towards her. Being chased by a moose.

What to do!?!? Start running!

Chug, chug, chug...off she went. First glance back...still coming. Running....!

Second glance...moose veered off into the bush, Sam in hot pursuit.

Warmed up, she proceeded on with her walk.

Her comment..."They have LONG legs!"

That was interesting.

Flood Vice-Dictator appointed

Mom and Dad left for a little anniversary get-away (49 years...holla!) and in his stead, Peter is in charge of flood management with dictatorial powers.

Interestingly, the guy who appointed Dad left town too and his vice-guy has no idea all this has been decided.

And there's poor Peter out there revving the bulldozer.... :)

The channel runneth over

Just a little clip for the multitudes who are interested... Sam the Dog is standing about where the culverts run under the road. There should be no water visible at all from where I'm standing.

At least it's picturesque... :)

Flood Dictator appointed

As mentioned in an early post, for years Dad was warning the local watershed committee to lower the water levels at Good Spirit lake, just a couple miles to the northwest of us. But NO, they wanted high water levels for boats.

Be careful what you wish for. While Yorkton is flash flooding to the south, the lake overfloweth on the other side of us.

An emergency meeting was held to discuss the imminent ruin of the surrounding area...and guess what?

Dad was appointed the Flood Dictator, should the lake bust around the control gates, Dad has carte blanche to do whatever he needs to minimize the damage. Like...he gets to call someone (?) and say "Bulldoze the road!" He'll be the one to issue evacuation orders to the honey farm down the road. "Get out of there!" Cool!

Turns out, he actually knows what he's talking about and knows the area the best. When the water comes, he knows where it will be heading.

Blub, blub.

The aftermath

Chris took the camera along to Yorkton after the flooding....

No one was seriously hurt, but the local Dairy Queen was destroyed. Now I have constant Blizzard cravings...

July 1 - Canada Day flash floods

Happy Belated Canada Day everyone! Clearly, I'm a very negligent blogger - a lot has been going on.

Our little family put headed out to the Western Development Museum in Yorkton for an afternoon of thrills and excitement with the cousins.

Thrills included being victimized by mosquitoes on the tractor/wagon ride through the trees (fun). Excitement was provided by Dexter ALMOST going in the bouncy castle with his older cousins (several times) and, more importantly, fudgecicles for everyone.

As the ice cream was being sucked back, the daily arrival of afternoon storm clouds was underway.

But, hang on....these looked pretty dramatic. That's it...party's over! Everyone packed up and headed out.

We had Dexter and the twins, Matthew and Nathan with us as we drove home to the farm. We could see the storm hit behind us and watched the light show in the rear view mirror...spectacular!

Brother-in-law Brent called to check in...said the roads were rivers in town. Between 4 to 6 inches of rain came down in less than an hour.

Somehow the farm seems to miss the major direct hits. We're always on the periphery.

An action-packed afternoon did end with a lovely rainbow...for us at least. :)