More on the Ranch, Ambush Hill

More on the Ranch, Ambush Hill

There was no action around the trap for the pesky porcupine.  I fed the horses some hay and picked a few tomatoes.  My dog, Yazi, had escaped and attacked the chickens.  The rooster looked dead but his eyes were moving.  I left him alone to recover and entered the guest lodge to continue cleaning.   After finishing in the kitchen, I mopped and returned to my home on the hill.  My well man called to say he was coming to finish installing the new water filter system.  When he came up to the house to receive payment for his work, I prevailed on him to unstick the door to the utility room that had become jammed.  Three of my crescent wrenches were frozen so he used pliers and a screwdriver.  The rural postal carrier called to say I had a package but that the mail was running late due to a wreck in San Antonio.  The mail had to be transferred to another truck.  By then I had run out of steam and was too tired to drive the mile to the mailbox and retrieve the organic chia seeds I had ordered.  The day had been long and hot.