Wednesday, January 27, 2016

A Little Bit Of The Wildlife

A major herd of deer, I counted 37.

Steam rose on a very cold day while I watched a large flock of Trumpeter Swans.

Saturday, January 23, 2016

Cold Waters

Rivers and streams are just starting to freeze over in a few places.I like the sculpted forms found when I am out, one may never see them like this again. The ice was kissed by a light snowfall.

My new home is here.

A new friend to train, Riley Rae.

Seven squirrels came single file out of the forest and crossed the road ahead of me. It was too cold to worry about getting ran over, being below 0F or -12C. A great day to swing some clubs around the lake and maybe bean a few friend's ice houses with a golf ball. My attitude is if you are going to live in it, one should always be playing in it. On this day it was hard to leave my arctic mittens off. My mother knit the wool inside mittens decades ago,  and the outside mittens are leather. I would love to have a new pair, I have some that are acrylic wool blend. Nobody can trace your hand and make a pair it seems, as my mother always did.

Two people were fishing in this ice house. This was a good target , a nice long drive I could brag about if I hit my target. I got it with the third ball. My caddy was none too happy having to walk on the lake to retrieve my gear. I believe I heard the quote, "Never again." spoken in a rather firm voice. I laughed thinking it is always best to overcome ones fears, such as falling through the ice, by walking on secure area. I had went through on a small stream earlier, but the lake was thick. I walked along the shoreline to remain shallow.

Putting was a bit tough with bumpy frozen turf. I had to switch to a brass headed putter to accommodate for the conditions.

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Along The Raccoon River

Three tributaries come together near here.

An old Methodist Church in the middle of nowhere.

When you think your life may be tumbling down
It may be nothing, but your house is not sound
Walls come tumbling, tumbling down.

A baby Brahma Bull, in four degree weather.

A few good places to go from my home.
Babysitting Riley Rae, four months.

Monday, January 18, 2016

Beautiful Morning

It's a beautiful morning

One never can know what to expect in rural Iowa

Corn crib

A very brilliant barn quilt

Out at the new farm
Hen pheasants

                                                A comma shaped island in the river