The Sun brightens the new life's sheen,
All is refreshed, reborn, and bright green,
Baby birds are chirping from the nest,
Little lambs are bouncing their best,
But soon, nature will turn with spite.
Those birds will do damage with powers of flight.
A few of the lambs were claimed- as sacrifice?
The green becomes weeds.
Nature is not nice!
Wednesday, March 28, 2018
Saturday, March 17, 2018
Crazy-Eyed Crox!
When I left home to attend college 500 miles away, it was a difficult transition. I can remember the feeling of the weight of the world upon me.
I was an academic slacker. Other than my passion for auto mechanics and the refreshing challenge of advanced placement classes, I was not motivated. I didn't have to work to earn C's. College was a shock!
I'd enrolled in a program with a 70% drop out rate. Almost every higher learning institution puts extraordinary pressure on their students at some point. Most of them do that towards the end of the program to ensure the school gets its money before weeding out the weak players that might give the school a bad reputation. But the program that I enrolled in put the pressure on you in the beginning.
That drop out rate was an oversight for me. The number that I was fixated on was the hiring rate. I wanted assurance that my expensive education was a worthy investment. The program boasted a high rate of employment upon completion with some very coveted companies. I believe that was the reason for the weeding to happen early.
The very first term, I felt the pressure to quit. I would have been in good company. Students were dropping out left and right, quite literally. For every student that stayed the course, one student to their left and another to their right would drop out during that first term.
It was during that time that it hit me. I felt sorry for myself. Overworked, alone, isolated, and hopeless. I hadn't enough time in the new location to make new friends. I was not used to spending most of the day in school and coming home to piles of homework. I was not used to the faster pace of learning that required me to apply myself. My usual effort would have resulted in failing grades! And I didn't have any physical outlet for my frustrations.
Enter the gym! It was a paradox that I was a slacker at school, but a hard worker in other aspects. I was accustomed to the physical demands of ranch life. Now I had zero physical activity and all mental demands. I was out of balance! It was with some desperation that I joined the closest gym to my apartment.
It was just the distraction and physical outlet that I needed. I made friends quickly there, not the least of which was the owner. He was a great guy.
After we got to know eachother, he offered me employment. In exchange for watching the gym for a few hours every evening, I would get free membership and supplements. I learned a lot about fitness, diet, health, and people in general.
Of all the people there, the most unique was "Crazy-eyed Crox". He was a high-fiving socializer and a natural mesomorph. I have since observed most mesomorphs to be of that personality type. It must be due to all the people drawn to them that they become people and ego-centric?
When he talked to you, his eyes would widen as far as possible. I think he did it so often that his eyes grew further open than normal. He would use a lot of words and gestures to say very little. But he had an infectious style of abundant energy and enthusiasm. He was not only "crazy-eyed" but a little crazy in the head too.
He was half of identical twins. His brother was in the big house. He was always bragging on his twin brother with his outlandish style, telling how "Huge!" his brother was getting by working out in the joint.
"That's just great. Now a menace to society will be a bigger and stronger menace to society!" Of course, I kept my thoughts to myself.
Half of his madness was hereditary, but the other half was self inflicted. No doubt the motorcycle crash that he endured was a contributor.
"Yeah! Man!" he told the story in his usual theatrical style: eyes wide open, overyly large gestures, and sometimes he got too close.
"The doctor said I should have died! I hit a stop sign head first! Dude! I wasn't wearing a effing helmet!" he tries to part his unruly mop to show the scar.
"If I wasn't in such good effing shape, I might have died!" He used the f-word sparingly for maximum effect.
It would come as no big surprise to learn he'd also had trouble with the law. I often got his stories mixed up with stories about his brother. The prison fight story was one that I didn't get clear who was the subject, but the theme was fighting like a crazy man. I pictured the description of a Berserker during the Viking era.
"Yeah Man! The very first day, you gotta make a statement! You gotta go crrazzzy man! Bite his effing ear off! Get the blood everywhere! After that, nobody's gonna mess with you, Dude!"
He was a memorable character, but what I remember most about him was his work out. It made no sense. He had no routine or stucture what so ever. Of course, he was the body type that could look into a gym and gain muscle mass.
He would work hard at his non-sensical exercising. Most of the time, he'd randomly pick somebody out and start working out with them. He'd do what ever they were doing and then move on to something else unrelated. But he was always enthused and Intense. You must use a capital "I" to describe his Intensity.
I have incorporated the "Crazy-eyed Crox" routine? into my weekly routine. It is a day quite different from my usual regimented routine. It is fun, different, and something that I have come to look forward to. I just do what ever crazy thing comes to mind. I have no regard to yesterday, tomorrow, no goal or succession in mind. Simply intensity and exercise like a half-brained maniac.
"It's effing refreshing Dude! Give it a try!"
I was an academic slacker. Other than my passion for auto mechanics and the refreshing challenge of advanced placement classes, I was not motivated. I didn't have to work to earn C's. College was a shock!
I'd enrolled in a program with a 70% drop out rate. Almost every higher learning institution puts extraordinary pressure on their students at some point. Most of them do that towards the end of the program to ensure the school gets its money before weeding out the weak players that might give the school a bad reputation. But the program that I enrolled in put the pressure on you in the beginning.
That drop out rate was an oversight for me. The number that I was fixated on was the hiring rate. I wanted assurance that my expensive education was a worthy investment. The program boasted a high rate of employment upon completion with some very coveted companies. I believe that was the reason for the weeding to happen early.
The very first term, I felt the pressure to quit. I would have been in good company. Students were dropping out left and right, quite literally. For every student that stayed the course, one student to their left and another to their right would drop out during that first term.
It was during that time that it hit me. I felt sorry for myself. Overworked, alone, isolated, and hopeless. I hadn't enough time in the new location to make new friends. I was not used to spending most of the day in school and coming home to piles of homework. I was not used to the faster pace of learning that required me to apply myself. My usual effort would have resulted in failing grades! And I didn't have any physical outlet for my frustrations.
Enter the gym! It was a paradox that I was a slacker at school, but a hard worker in other aspects. I was accustomed to the physical demands of ranch life. Now I had zero physical activity and all mental demands. I was out of balance! It was with some desperation that I joined the closest gym to my apartment.
It was just the distraction and physical outlet that I needed. I made friends quickly there, not the least of which was the owner. He was a great guy.
After we got to know eachother, he offered me employment. In exchange for watching the gym for a few hours every evening, I would get free membership and supplements. I learned a lot about fitness, diet, health, and people in general.
Of all the people there, the most unique was "Crazy-eyed Crox". He was a high-fiving socializer and a natural mesomorph. I have since observed most mesomorphs to be of that personality type. It must be due to all the people drawn to them that they become people and ego-centric?
When he talked to you, his eyes would widen as far as possible. I think he did it so often that his eyes grew further open than normal. He would use a lot of words and gestures to say very little. But he had an infectious style of abundant energy and enthusiasm. He was not only "crazy-eyed" but a little crazy in the head too.
He was half of identical twins. His brother was in the big house. He was always bragging on his twin brother with his outlandish style, telling how "Huge!" his brother was getting by working out in the joint.
"That's just great. Now a menace to society will be a bigger and stronger menace to society!" Of course, I kept my thoughts to myself.
Half of his madness was hereditary, but the other half was self inflicted. No doubt the motorcycle crash that he endured was a contributor.
"Yeah! Man!" he told the story in his usual theatrical style: eyes wide open, overyly large gestures, and sometimes he got too close.
"The doctor said I should have died! I hit a stop sign head first! Dude! I wasn't wearing a effing helmet!" he tries to part his unruly mop to show the scar.
"If I wasn't in such good effing shape, I might have died!" He used the f-word sparingly for maximum effect.
It would come as no big surprise to learn he'd also had trouble with the law. I often got his stories mixed up with stories about his brother. The prison fight story was one that I didn't get clear who was the subject, but the theme was fighting like a crazy man. I pictured the description of a Berserker during the Viking era.
"Yeah Man! The very first day, you gotta make a statement! You gotta go crrazzzy man! Bite his effing ear off! Get the blood everywhere! After that, nobody's gonna mess with you, Dude!"
He was a memorable character, but what I remember most about him was his work out. It made no sense. He had no routine or stucture what so ever. Of course, he was the body type that could look into a gym and gain muscle mass.
He would work hard at his non-sensical exercising. Most of the time, he'd randomly pick somebody out and start working out with them. He'd do what ever they were doing and then move on to something else unrelated. But he was always enthused and Intense. You must use a capital "I" to describe his Intensity.
I have incorporated the "Crazy-eyed Crox" routine? into my weekly routine. It is a day quite different from my usual regimented routine. It is fun, different, and something that I have come to look forward to. I just do what ever crazy thing comes to mind. I have no regard to yesterday, tomorrow, no goal or succession in mind. Simply intensity and exercise like a half-brained maniac.
"It's effing refreshing Dude! Give it a try!"
Thursday, March 15, 2018
Avoiding the cost cutter's folly
It seems to come down to two prominant business philosophies: Either you are a cost cutter or you are a margin measurer. Never the two shall meet!
I can not profess to know much about margin measuring. Their strategies seem overly complex and rite with pitfalls. They are quite proud of their sophistication though, and proclaim cost cutting is overly simplistic. "Any jackass can be a cheap skate!", is often overheard.
There might be a little bit of truth to that stereotype. It's not that difficult to be a tight wad, but applying the idea successfully is a whole lot tougher than it sounds.
"Penny wise and Dollar stupid" pretty well sums up the typical folly of the cost cutter. Saving a penny today that ends up costing a dollar tomorrow is all too common of an occurance.
"Honey! I saved a lot of money on my last oil change. I just didn't do it!" Preventive maintenance is such an easy target. Why should you waste any money on something that is not broken?
Experience will prove the folly with that kind of short sightedness. Saving money on preventive action usually ends up to cost a lot of money later. But saving money on an oil change is an excellent demonstration of how complex cost cutting can be.
The first and biggest opportunity is with the labor to do an oil change. If you invest in learning how to do that, you will reap the rewards very quickly. Roughly half of the cost of an oil change is for labor. If you supply the labor, you will automatically save half of the cost.
If you take on the next cost, it will be the supplies. You pay for new oil and a new filter. Those are usually marked up by service providers, so you will save a little by buying your own. You can look to save there by shopping around. Be careful not to step on that slippery slope of compromising quality though. Educate yourself on what constitutes acceptable quality before you compare on price.
Just doing those two things will save you a lot of money. Most people are satistfied with reaching that plateau. Is it enough to save on parts and labor? Not for a dedicated cost cutter.
We can apply creativity to develop savings in placed that margin measurers fear to tread. Let's question the timing of that oil change. Who says it has to be done every three months or three thousand miles? That is a general recommendation espoused by the industry that benefits from it. What is the data and reasoning behind those assumptions?
You can go as far as having your own oil analyzed. Laboratory tests have gotten more common and lower in cost. They can tell you detailed chemical properties that you can use to modify your schedule. You will probably discover that it is not necessary to change your oil by the industry standard. You might discover that the acid neutralizing properties of the additives are the first to deplete. You can use that kind of information to change the oil, but extend the life of your filter. That is applying data to save money.
These cost-cutting concepts are starting to look more sophisticated than any jackass can do? How about sharpening your pencil and comparing synthetic oil to conventional? Or how could you save by buying supplies in bulk?
You can start coming up with methods rarely thought of. How about using software to plan your routes the way Fed Ex does? Or attending to details like tire pressure, alignment, or weight minimizing to minimize the engine load?
You can continue to go to extremes and discover new paradigms. The only limit to cost-cutting is your own imagination.
I can not profess to know much about margin measuring. Their strategies seem overly complex and rite with pitfalls. They are quite proud of their sophistication though, and proclaim cost cutting is overly simplistic. "Any jackass can be a cheap skate!", is often overheard.
There might be a little bit of truth to that stereotype. It's not that difficult to be a tight wad, but applying the idea successfully is a whole lot tougher than it sounds.
"Penny wise and Dollar stupid" pretty well sums up the typical folly of the cost cutter. Saving a penny today that ends up costing a dollar tomorrow is all too common of an occurance.
"Honey! I saved a lot of money on my last oil change. I just didn't do it!" Preventive maintenance is such an easy target. Why should you waste any money on something that is not broken?
Experience will prove the folly with that kind of short sightedness. Saving money on preventive action usually ends up to cost a lot of money later. But saving money on an oil change is an excellent demonstration of how complex cost cutting can be.
The first and biggest opportunity is with the labor to do an oil change. If you invest in learning how to do that, you will reap the rewards very quickly. Roughly half of the cost of an oil change is for labor. If you supply the labor, you will automatically save half of the cost.
If you take on the next cost, it will be the supplies. You pay for new oil and a new filter. Those are usually marked up by service providers, so you will save a little by buying your own. You can look to save there by shopping around. Be careful not to step on that slippery slope of compromising quality though. Educate yourself on what constitutes acceptable quality before you compare on price.
Just doing those two things will save you a lot of money. Most people are satistfied with reaching that plateau. Is it enough to save on parts and labor? Not for a dedicated cost cutter.
We can apply creativity to develop savings in placed that margin measurers fear to tread. Let's question the timing of that oil change. Who says it has to be done every three months or three thousand miles? That is a general recommendation espoused by the industry that benefits from it. What is the data and reasoning behind those assumptions?
You can go as far as having your own oil analyzed. Laboratory tests have gotten more common and lower in cost. They can tell you detailed chemical properties that you can use to modify your schedule. You will probably discover that it is not necessary to change your oil by the industry standard. You might discover that the acid neutralizing properties of the additives are the first to deplete. You can use that kind of information to change the oil, but extend the life of your filter. That is applying data to save money.
These cost-cutting concepts are starting to look more sophisticated than any jackass can do? How about sharpening your pencil and comparing synthetic oil to conventional? Or how could you save by buying supplies in bulk?
You can start coming up with methods rarely thought of. How about using software to plan your routes the way Fed Ex does? Or attending to details like tire pressure, alignment, or weight minimizing to minimize the engine load?
You can continue to go to extremes and discover new paradigms. The only limit to cost-cutting is your own imagination.
Thursday, March 1, 2018
Slogans
What is the meaning behind a slogan? What is the implied promise to the consumer? How much thought was put into it?
You can always tell when a slogan is created without a lot of thought put into it. They are shallow words without much meaning. The sole purpose is to catch your attention. But some slogans are much better than that.
What are some of your favorites? I have several.
One of my tops is "The relentless pursuit of perfection." What a lofty goal! But that company delivers more often than not. It conjures feelings of excellence and pride in production.
"Just do it!" is another exciting one. The time for action! Planning and calculating are boring, at some point you have to go for it. This slogan captures the excitement of that moment and it fits the product.
"Don't bonk!" You might be surprised that I think that was a great slogan? It was simple, rememberable, and meaningful. Unfortunately, it wasn't presented accurately and that led to its demise.
"Just win, baby!" Another shockingly simple slogan. Simple, pointed, and short, but it still says a lot. It's an unapologetic statement of a single minded goal.
"Affordable excellence." What a great slogan? It hits the peak of the market share no matter what you are selling. It implies that you get a lot for your money and that is always a popular concept.
Unfortunately, all of those slogans were taken when I started working on my own ideas. I wanted something short, simple, and meaningful with a promise that I could deliver - usually.
"Smaller bales, bigger value" was the result. It's simple and appeals to the middle of the market. And it possesses meaning with an implied promise.
What does "bigger value" mean? It is something a little more for your money. It's a simple claim to make, but it is complex to deliver on. How do I begin to deliver on that promise?
Measuring and marketing to start with. I go to great efforts to objectify what is produced. The determination of the level of quality takes scientific testing, as well as sensory scoring of sight, smell, texture, and performance. All of those things can be scaled objectively so you can compare the market.
Comparing the market is somewhat difficult. I like to check multiple sources the same as my customers do. What is the USDA report? What is the market in the neighboring State? What is the forecasted demand? How are dairy prices? Beef? Sheeps and goats? What is the demand at the horse stables? What prices are advertised on classifieds and especially Craig's list?
It's always a difficult analysis. You don't really know what quality is actually being advertise without going to see for yourself. I make a significant effort to gather as much data as possible before I "Just do it!" and decide upon an initial pricing.
After I have a pretty good understanding of my quality and what the market is selling it for, I price. I price lower. In short, I sell the same quality of hay at a lower price. That is "Bigger Value".
You can always tell when a slogan is created without a lot of thought put into it. They are shallow words without much meaning. The sole purpose is to catch your attention. But some slogans are much better than that.
What are some of your favorites? I have several.
One of my tops is "The relentless pursuit of perfection." What a lofty goal! But that company delivers more often than not. It conjures feelings of excellence and pride in production.
"Just do it!" is another exciting one. The time for action! Planning and calculating are boring, at some point you have to go for it. This slogan captures the excitement of that moment and it fits the product.
"Don't bonk!" You might be surprised that I think that was a great slogan? It was simple, rememberable, and meaningful. Unfortunately, it wasn't presented accurately and that led to its demise.
"Just win, baby!" Another shockingly simple slogan. Simple, pointed, and short, but it still says a lot. It's an unapologetic statement of a single minded goal.
"Affordable excellence." What a great slogan? It hits the peak of the market share no matter what you are selling. It implies that you get a lot for your money and that is always a popular concept.
Unfortunately, all of those slogans were taken when I started working on my own ideas. I wanted something short, simple, and meaningful with a promise that I could deliver - usually.
"Smaller bales, bigger value" was the result. It's simple and appeals to the middle of the market. And it possesses meaning with an implied promise.
What does "bigger value" mean? It is something a little more for your money. It's a simple claim to make, but it is complex to deliver on. How do I begin to deliver on that promise?
Measuring and marketing to start with. I go to great efforts to objectify what is produced. The determination of the level of quality takes scientific testing, as well as sensory scoring of sight, smell, texture, and performance. All of those things can be scaled objectively so you can compare the market.
Comparing the market is somewhat difficult. I like to check multiple sources the same as my customers do. What is the USDA report? What is the market in the neighboring State? What is the forecasted demand? How are dairy prices? Beef? Sheeps and goats? What is the demand at the horse stables? What prices are advertised on classifieds and especially Craig's list?
It's always a difficult analysis. You don't really know what quality is actually being advertise without going to see for yourself. I make a significant effort to gather as much data as possible before I "Just do it!" and decide upon an initial pricing.
After I have a pretty good understanding of my quality and what the market is selling it for, I price. I price lower. In short, I sell the same quality of hay at a lower price. That is "Bigger Value".
Wednesday, February 21, 2018
The Unlikely Millionaire
Why did the boss man pick him to go to the town's meeting? There wasn't anything special about him. Maybe the boss man thought he was better than the other shepherds at understanding English? Maybe he was - if he wasn't half drunk?
It was the mid sixties in Idaho. The group of sheep herders rarely got opportunity to go to town. When they did, the liked to let loose and party a little bit.
Our hero was a little tipsy when he was told the boss wanted him to attend a town's meeting. He didn't understand exactly why, but he'd hoped that maybe he'd figure it out while he was there?
The proceedings of the meeting went too fast for him to follow. Things were appearing to be wrapping up and he caught a word that got his attention. It was familiar. Maybe it was what the boss man sent him there for? Quickly, he raised his hand.
It was a day or two after that before somebody explained things to him. He'd inadvertantly volunteered to provide solid waste service for the town. Hauling garbage? What?!
The thought must have occured to him to get out of that commitment. He was drunk, he didn't understand English, he didn't even know why he was at the town meeting to begin with. But he came from a very rigid and demanding culture.
Suffering was to be endured without complaint. Hard work - no matter how demeaning was revered! Every man aspired to be a noble man. Giving your word was a big deal. It had to be honored. So he proceeded with a little bit of reluctance.
The first thing he did was to go to every sheep herder in camp to ask for a loan. He had to get enough money to buy an old pickup truck to haul garbage. Every shepherd contributed to his plight and that was the beginnings of his business.
That smallish Idaho town would thrive in the coming years. Hollywood movie stars would discover the area and buy properties. Tourism took hold and the area flourished. Our hero became a multi-millionaire providing a service that nobody elso wanted anything to do with. He was the right person in the right place at the right time.
It was the mid sixties in Idaho. The group of sheep herders rarely got opportunity to go to town. When they did, the liked to let loose and party a little bit.
Our hero was a little tipsy when he was told the boss wanted him to attend a town's meeting. He didn't understand exactly why, but he'd hoped that maybe he'd figure it out while he was there?
The proceedings of the meeting went too fast for him to follow. Things were appearing to be wrapping up and he caught a word that got his attention. It was familiar. Maybe it was what the boss man sent him there for? Quickly, he raised his hand.
It was a day or two after that before somebody explained things to him. He'd inadvertantly volunteered to provide solid waste service for the town. Hauling garbage? What?!
The thought must have occured to him to get out of that commitment. He was drunk, he didn't understand English, he didn't even know why he was at the town meeting to begin with. But he came from a very rigid and demanding culture.
Suffering was to be endured without complaint. Hard work - no matter how demeaning was revered! Every man aspired to be a noble man. Giving your word was a big deal. It had to be honored. So he proceeded with a little bit of reluctance.
The first thing he did was to go to every sheep herder in camp to ask for a loan. He had to get enough money to buy an old pickup truck to haul garbage. Every shepherd contributed to his plight and that was the beginnings of his business.
That smallish Idaho town would thrive in the coming years. Hollywood movie stars would discover the area and buy properties. Tourism took hold and the area flourished. Our hero became a multi-millionaire providing a service that nobody elso wanted anything to do with. He was the right person in the right place at the right time.
Tuesday, January 16, 2018
Our Democrat Cat
It's not at all uncommon for people to abandon cats in the country side. I wasn't surprised to find three kittens abandoned about half a mile from the farm house. As they grew and displayed their personalities, it was uncanny how well they represented our three main political parties.
I couldn't know for sure if the momma cat was dumped with the kittens. I observed them for awhile from a distance, but it wasn't very long before they found their way to the farm house. I could tell from their condition that they had not been fed; I took pity on them with milk and food.
Often times, cats dumped in the country go wild. These were obviously domestic and very friendly, well - except for Scratchy. There were two females and one male. They appeared to be siblings. The male was all grey, one female was white with grey stripes and the other female was orange and white tabby.
We named the grey male "Lost Juevos" after he was neutered. The white female with grey spots would be Nina, and the orange tabby got a name that didn't stick. She quickly earned her real name - Scratchy. We had them all fixed.
Scratchy was very independent, cautious, and unforgiving. She earned her name by refusing anybody trying to pick her up in dedicated violent fashion. It tooks years for me to gain her trust to be the only exception to the holding rule. But still, I had better not press my luck by holding her longer than her alotted time. She would cover vast distances just to accompany me working alone in the field. And sometime, she got in the way of progress.
I once had an order to deliver four tons of hay for twenty miles in the cold beginning of winter. When I began unloading the hay, I discovered that Scratchy had made the journey on the trailer. She was covered in frost, cold, and scared. I cuddled her up and put her in the cab of the pickup.
When we returned, the other farm animals could not believe her tales of the journey to the far away land. No doubt her adventurous spirit contributed to her demise. She was the first to disappear. We suspect she was kidnapped by a bold coyote judging the recent signs in the region of her regular domain.
Nina was not as independent as Scratchy; she was balanced. She was rarely late for feeding time, but there were times that she was too busy off hunting. She was lovable to a certain point. She would never lash out or scratch. She would merely keep a safe distance from suspect or overly affectionate humans. She was the smartest cat and the best hunter during her time. She paid the most taxes since she often brought her catch to the yard; it was often stolen. She disappeared a couple of years after Scratchy under similar circumstances.
Lost Juevos has been through a lot. He took the incidince of neutering like water off of a duck's back. He was always the most affectionate. Our daughter used to carry him upside down and he loved every second. He wasn't choosy who or where he got affection from, it was all good. He never met his cuddle quota. He would take it all in, purring loudly with drool running out of the corners of his mouth.
For the earlier years of his life, he was a card carrying democrat. He never did any more work than he had to. He was a fixture on the back porch, waiting for a handout, feeding time, or the chance to be pet.
He didn't go hunting very often, but one fateful day, on a rare hunting trip, he suffered a severe injury. Somehow, he'd broken a bone in his right front leg. I felt the break and considered trying to splint it, but it was straight and he was a good patient. He layed around a lot anyway and he would just lay around more than usual as he was healing.
He eventually made a full recovery. The experience had surpising lasting effect on him. He started going off hunting more! I would have expected the opposite, but his hunting career really took off after his injury. His specialty has become catching gophers. I have seen him consuming the better parts of gophers three days in a row.
We can still count on him at regular feeding time. And he still spends a lot of time on the back porch, mostly looking for affection. But he has progressed to pulling more than his own weight on the farm. Go figure?
I couldn't know for sure if the momma cat was dumped with the kittens. I observed them for awhile from a distance, but it wasn't very long before they found their way to the farm house. I could tell from their condition that they had not been fed; I took pity on them with milk and food.
Often times, cats dumped in the country go wild. These were obviously domestic and very friendly, well - except for Scratchy. There were two females and one male. They appeared to be siblings. The male was all grey, one female was white with grey stripes and the other female was orange and white tabby.
We named the grey male "Lost Juevos" after he was neutered. The white female with grey spots would be Nina, and the orange tabby got a name that didn't stick. She quickly earned her real name - Scratchy. We had them all fixed.
Scratchy was very independent, cautious, and unforgiving. She earned her name by refusing anybody trying to pick her up in dedicated violent fashion. It tooks years for me to gain her trust to be the only exception to the holding rule. But still, I had better not press my luck by holding her longer than her alotted time. She would cover vast distances just to accompany me working alone in the field. And sometime, she got in the way of progress.
I once had an order to deliver four tons of hay for twenty miles in the cold beginning of winter. When I began unloading the hay, I discovered that Scratchy had made the journey on the trailer. She was covered in frost, cold, and scared. I cuddled her up and put her in the cab of the pickup.
When we returned, the other farm animals could not believe her tales of the journey to the far away land. No doubt her adventurous spirit contributed to her demise. She was the first to disappear. We suspect she was kidnapped by a bold coyote judging the recent signs in the region of her regular domain.
Nina was not as independent as Scratchy; she was balanced. She was rarely late for feeding time, but there were times that she was too busy off hunting. She was lovable to a certain point. She would never lash out or scratch. She would merely keep a safe distance from suspect or overly affectionate humans. She was the smartest cat and the best hunter during her time. She paid the most taxes since she often brought her catch to the yard; it was often stolen. She disappeared a couple of years after Scratchy under similar circumstances.
Lost Juevos has been through a lot. He took the incidince of neutering like water off of a duck's back. He was always the most affectionate. Our daughter used to carry him upside down and he loved every second. He wasn't choosy who or where he got affection from, it was all good. He never met his cuddle quota. He would take it all in, purring loudly with drool running out of the corners of his mouth.
For the earlier years of his life, he was a card carrying democrat. He never did any more work than he had to. He was a fixture on the back porch, waiting for a handout, feeding time, or the chance to be pet.
He didn't go hunting very often, but one fateful day, on a rare hunting trip, he suffered a severe injury. Somehow, he'd broken a bone in his right front leg. I felt the break and considered trying to splint it, but it was straight and he was a good patient. He layed around a lot anyway and he would just lay around more than usual as he was healing.
He eventually made a full recovery. The experience had surpising lasting effect on him. He started going off hunting more! I would have expected the opposite, but his hunting career really took off after his injury. His specialty has become catching gophers. I have seen him consuming the better parts of gophers three days in a row.
We can still count on him at regular feeding time. And he still spends a lot of time on the back porch, mostly looking for affection. But he has progressed to pulling more than his own weight on the farm. Go figure?
Thursday, January 11, 2018
Some ABC's for U and I
A is for Ability.
"Ability is a poor man's wealth." Matthew Wren
B is for Business.
"Always tell yourself: The difference between running a business and ruining a business is i." Frank Tyger
C is for Chance.
"There are no chances so unlucky from which clever people are not able to reap some advantage; and none so lucky that the foolish are not able to turn them to their own disadvantage." Francois De La Rochefoucauld
D is for Desire.
"We should aim rather at leveling down our desires than leveling up our means." Aristotle
E is for Effort.
"Whatever your work is, dignify it with your best thought and effort." Esther Baldwin York
F is for Freedom.
"The basic test of freedom is perhaps less in what we are free to do than in what we are free not to do." Eric Hoffer
G is for Giving.
"No one would remember the Good Samaritan if he'd only had good intentions; he had money too." Margaret Thatcher
H is for Health.
"Health is the vital principle of bliss." James Thomson
I is for Industry.
"The way to wealth is as plain as the way to market. It depends chiefly on two words: industry and frugality; that is, waste neither time nor money, but make the best use of both." Benjamin Franklin
J is for Joy.
"Real happiness is cheap enough, yet how dearly we pay for its counterfeit." Hosea Ballou
K is for Kindness.
"In nature there's no blemish but the mind; none can be called deformed but the unkind." William Shakespeare
L is for Living.
"To live is not to learn, but to apply." Legouve'
M is for Money.
"The safest way to double your money is to fold it over and put it in your pocket." Kin Hubbard
N is for Nature.
"In nature there are neither rewards nor punishments; there are consequences." Robert G. Ingersoll
O is for Opportunity.
"An optimist sees an opportunity in every calamity; a pessimist sees a calamity in every opportunity." Winston Churchill
P is for Prosperity.
"That some should be rich shows that others may become rich and, hence, is just encouragement to industry and enterprise." Abraham Lincoln
Q is for Quality.
"People forget how fast you did a job - but they remember how well you did it." Howard W. Newton
R is for Respect.
"Reverence for life demands for all that they should sacrifice a portion of their own lives for others." Albert Schweitzer
S is for Spirit.
"I am only one, but I am still one. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something. I will not refuse to do the something I can do." Helen Keller
T is for Talent.
"Shun no toil to make yourself remarkable by some one talent." Seneca
U is for Usefulness.
"The function of man is not to attain an object, but to fulfill a purpose; not to accomplish, but to be accomplished." S.E. Stanton
V is for Virtue.
"Sincerity and truth are the basis of every virtue." Confucius
W is for Wealth.
"Wealth, like happiness, is never attained when sought after directly. It comes as a by-product of providing a useful service." Henry Ford
X is for eXample.
"Few things are harder to put up with than the annoyance of a good example." Mark Twain
Y is for Yahoos.
"It is the peculiar quality of a fool to percieve the faults of others and to forget his own." Cicero
Z is for Zingers.
"In laughter there is always a kind of joyousness that is incompatible with contempt or indignation." Voltaire
"Ability is a poor man's wealth." Matthew Wren
B is for Business.
"Always tell yourself: The difference between running a business and ruining a business is i." Frank Tyger
C is for Chance.
"There are no chances so unlucky from which clever people are not able to reap some advantage; and none so lucky that the foolish are not able to turn them to their own disadvantage." Francois De La Rochefoucauld
D is for Desire.
"We should aim rather at leveling down our desires than leveling up our means." Aristotle
E is for Effort.
"Whatever your work is, dignify it with your best thought and effort." Esther Baldwin York
F is for Freedom.
"The basic test of freedom is perhaps less in what we are free to do than in what we are free not to do." Eric Hoffer
G is for Giving.
"No one would remember the Good Samaritan if he'd only had good intentions; he had money too." Margaret Thatcher
H is for Health.
"Health is the vital principle of bliss." James Thomson
I is for Industry.
"The way to wealth is as plain as the way to market. It depends chiefly on two words: industry and frugality; that is, waste neither time nor money, but make the best use of both." Benjamin Franklin
J is for Joy.
"Real happiness is cheap enough, yet how dearly we pay for its counterfeit." Hosea Ballou
K is for Kindness.
"In nature there's no blemish but the mind; none can be called deformed but the unkind." William Shakespeare
L is for Living.
"To live is not to learn, but to apply." Legouve'
M is for Money.
"The safest way to double your money is to fold it over and put it in your pocket." Kin Hubbard
N is for Nature.
"In nature there are neither rewards nor punishments; there are consequences." Robert G. Ingersoll
O is for Opportunity.
"An optimist sees an opportunity in every calamity; a pessimist sees a calamity in every opportunity." Winston Churchill
P is for Prosperity.
"That some should be rich shows that others may become rich and, hence, is just encouragement to industry and enterprise." Abraham Lincoln
Q is for Quality.
"People forget how fast you did a job - but they remember how well you did it." Howard W. Newton
R is for Respect.
"Reverence for life demands for all that they should sacrifice a portion of their own lives for others." Albert Schweitzer
S is for Spirit.
"I am only one, but I am still one. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something. I will not refuse to do the something I can do." Helen Keller
T is for Talent.
"Shun no toil to make yourself remarkable by some one talent." Seneca
U is for Usefulness.
"The function of man is not to attain an object, but to fulfill a purpose; not to accomplish, but to be accomplished." S.E. Stanton
V is for Virtue.
"Sincerity and truth are the basis of every virtue." Confucius
W is for Wealth.
"Wealth, like happiness, is never attained when sought after directly. It comes as a by-product of providing a useful service." Henry Ford
X is for eXample.
"Few things are harder to put up with than the annoyance of a good example." Mark Twain
Y is for Yahoos.
"It is the peculiar quality of a fool to percieve the faults of others and to forget his own." Cicero
Z is for Zingers.
"In laughter there is always a kind of joyousness that is incompatible with contempt or indignation." Voltaire
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