Halloween is one of my favorite holidays. I don’t know why, it just is. So I guess it’s pretty nice that I don’t have to work at MM today.
I didn’t ride this weekend. Instead I elected to spend the day with Wally. We didn’t do a whole lot, just sort of puttered. We got the garden beds covered with Agribon. Even though I covered the green beans with Agribon, the frost still got them in so they became rabbit food. Everything else survived the frost. It’s right at 32 degrees this morning. Thank goodness I’m not still in Massachusetts under several feet of snow. That makes me cold just thinking about it.
The Great Rabbit Experiment continues. I tried again to get that reluctant Creme doe to breed, but she refused. Okay, I said to her, you and the buck are going to go into the 10 x 10 rabbit pen and stay there until you get bred. Then I decided to put the other older Creme doe in with them. Then I got the two younger does and put them in as well. That made four does and a buck in the pen and they are having the time of their lives. I put two small dog houses stuffed with straw in the pen, covered the top of the pen with a piece of tarp and that’s where they are now. It’s very entertaining to watch them; rabbits are really very social creatures and they seem to enjoy the extra room to run around. If I had another spare dog run, I’d set up a like home for the Chins. The Cremes are having such a nice time, I may take some pictures later.
While I know most rabbits are raised in wire cages and compared to many places, our rabbits have a very nice wire cages, but I hate seeing them living on wire, especially when it’s cold. After we picked up our buckets of bloody meat venison, Wally and I went to a guy’s house to look at his rabbits. He’s crossing American Chinchilla with New Zealand rabbits and he said that they grow off faster than the purebred New Zealands. This is not the first time I’ve heard this statement. Hopefully I’ll be able to find out if that’s true or not. I don’t know if his rabbits are growing off faster or not, all I can say is those poor rabbits (chickens, pheasants, quail, dogs, etc.). We’ve seen a lot of rough places over the years and this one is right up there with the worst of them. When we left the guy said that when I had some Chins available, he’d like to buy some from me. Sorry, you won’t be getting any of my rabbits.
I made sausage soup for supper and it was wonderful. On the agenda today is a batch corn bread, a double batch of the pumpkin, white chocolate chip cookies and a baked ham for supper. I’ll turn the leftover ham into deviled ham for sandwiches. I’ll also get several loads of laundry washed and on the line and do some house cleaning. I considered asking Wally to leave the truck and trailer so I could go to South Mountain, but now that my hours are cut even more, I need to save all the money I can. I might ride Thursday with another friend, but we’ll see.
The boy that was supposed to come out to ride Ace never called or showed up so I guess he changed his mind. I’m fine with Ace staying here and he’ll just stay in the pasture until he puts some weight on. There’s no sense in riding the weight off him. Sudi has dropped quite a few pounds. It’s amazing how quickly he’s taken the weight off. I’m sure it’s a combination of the hard riding he’s been getting and the reduction of grass in the pasture. The cows and the horses are enjoying the round bale of hay we gave them on Saturday. Wally and I were going to make a cover for the hay bale on Sunday, but when we went out to do it, we discovered the critters had tore the bale up such that it would have been difficult to build the frame. We’ll make it using a fresh bale of hay most likely next weekend. The goal is to have a cover that we can flip over on its side, roll the hay bale in place and then flip the cover up over it. It will have four sides to help hold the hay bale together as the animals eat on it. This hay is beautiful! It’s a mixture of fescue and Bermuda grass. The round bales cost $25 which is more than reasonable. No rain is forecast for the week so we don’t need to worry about the hay getting wet so it will be okay without a cover.
A friend of mine sent me this great piece by George Carlin from his 2005 album “Life is Worth Losing”:
Carlin – The Real Owners Of America
“The real owners are the big wealthy business interests that control things and make all the important decisions. Forget the politicians, they’re an irrelevancy. The politicians are put there to give you the idea that you have freedom of choice. You don’t. You have no choice. You have owners. They own you. They own everything. They own all the important land. They own and control the corporations. They’ve long since bought and paid for the Senate, the Congress, the statehouses, the city halls. They’ve got the judges in their back pockets. And they own all the big media companies, so that they control just about all of the news and information you hear. They’ve got you by the balls. They spend billions of dollars every year lobbying to get what they want. Well, we know what they want; they want more for themselves and less for everybody else.”
“But I’ll tell you what they don’t want. They don’t want a population of citizens capable of critical thinking. They don’t want well-informed, well-educated people capable of critical thinking. They’re not interested in that. That doesn’t help them. That’s against their interests. They don’t want people who are smart enough to sit around the kitchen table and figure out how badly they’re getting fucked by a system that threw them overboard 30 fucking years ago.”
“You know what they want? Obedient workers people who are just smart enough to run the machines and do the paperwork but just dumb enough to passively accept all these increasingly shittier jobs with the lower pay, the longer hours, reduced benefits, the end of overtime and the vanishing pension that disappears the minute you go to collect it. And, now, they’re coming for your Social Security. They want your fucking retirement money. They want it back, so they can give it to their criminal friends on Wall Street. And you know something? They’ll get it. They’ll get it all, sooner or later, because they own this fucking place. It’s a big club, and you ain’t in it. You and I are not in the big club.”
“This country is finished.”
How true it is …
Until later …