Just think summer will be here officially next week and the beginning of hot weather.
It is also hurricane season which officially began June 1st and runs through November.
The Governor of Texas signed into law last week one giving local yokels the power to order mandatory evacuations for the first time in Texas.
Actually it gives mayors and county judges the power to issue evacuation orders for areas threatened by an oncoming hurricane. I dont like that, do you?
Come time for a hurricane to enter the Gulf, this ole boy has already been to buy a supply of water and rations for me and my pets, including the Mrs. Both vehicles are gassed up and all of this is done well in advance before the stores are jammed.
But then again some people dont have the sense to know when to leave, and rescue workers have to put their lives on the line to rescue people who shouldnt have still been there.
Finally got the fence rebuilt along the side of the house as well as a new wooden gate for the front. Now the back fence is leaning and the next high wind may well bring it down also. Lordy mercy, whats next?
We didnt have wooden fences back when I grew up in Georgia. No need for them.
There were woods separating the back of our house from the house way behind us. Guess you could say that was our fence.
Out at my grand folks place on Liberty Hill Road, there was a barb wire fence around the entire property, except around the house. That was to keep the cows and mules contained.
The animals had the entire place to mosey around and about on with two streams providing clean drinking water. My grandfather would round up the cows in the late afternoons for milking. The old momma cow had a large bell on a chain around her neck, and with the two dogs; they were easily rounded up and headed back to the barn for some milking.
Pop would hear the bell clanking and holler for the cows that would follow him back to the barn.
Ma Pearl did the milking as did her brother Roland when he moved out there.
Roland had been in the pen for a while and was brought out to the country to live with them.
The momma cow had a calf and Ma Pearl would let the calf suckle prior to her milking. It was a challenge for Ma Pearl to pull the calf off the teat. She would grab an ear and the tail and go at it trying to get the calf from its momma. The momma cow would turn her head a bit and look see what was happening to her baby, then turn back into the feed box and continue to graze on the grain.
There was a separate fence around the hog pen that was down the hill.
An amazing aroma down in that area as it smelled like a pig pen. Oh, yes.
The pigs were called and they would come running. Suey Pig!
That reminds me of my sister calling from Maui, Hawaii last week. She said the hotel up graded their arrangements and put them up to the penthouse. A wonderful view of the area and all the amenities provided. Said they were laid up like a bunch of hogs.
