Not for sure what sort of tree this is, but it reminded me of the Whomping Willow in the Harry Potter movies/books.
I want to go back down there at a different time of day and take some more photos; the sun was just too low on the horizon to get good detail.
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February 10, 2008
Whomping Willow
Labels: miami
Hay! (it's cheaper than corn)
A couple of the cows on my friend's place. They look to be some sort of Hereford-Charolais cross with maybe some Simmental in them, too.
The hay was in those huge round bales and my friend's dad has some "corrals" to put around the hay in order to keep the cattle (and horse) from trampling on it.His dad uses these corrals most of the time, but rolls out a bail now and then along the ground.
I commented on it, wondering why he was putting one bale in the enclosure, but putting another on the ground.
He said his pop does that because the little calves like to lie on the hay.
Out to Pasture
Went down to Miami to watch the Pro Bowl w/ my pal and we went to put out some hay for his dad's cows and their calves. This is his dad's old work horse, now retired. (as is his dad)
Friendly old thing, he let me rub on him and he sniffed out the sugar cube in my pocket.
He sure enjoyed the hay we put out for him. (and the cows and calves)
February 7, 2008
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February 4, 2008
Happy Birthday, Alice & Clint!
No, Alice and Clint aren't my next-door neighbors.
"Alice & Clint" as in Cooper (born 1948) and Black (1962).
Two of my favorite performers having the same b-day, how cool is that?
I think they should do a duet together.
I can see the titles now:
"Put Yourself in My Coffin", "A Better Ghoul" and "When I Said I'd Kill You".
Alice Cooper could bite the head off of a chicken while Clint played the harmonica.
February 2, 2008
Look Out !
It's Groundhog Day!
My pal Garazon and I both share a fondness for the "holiday". I am not for sure the origin of HIS like for the date, but I always thought it should be a celebration that spring isn't far off.
If the groundhog see his shadow, spring is postponed for six weeks. (I guess that's the way it goes; never for sure about that)
I guess we'll have six more weeks of bad weather because the sun was shining bright this morning. So, according to the legend we're assured of another month and a half of winter, but we almost always have six weeks of bad weather after the first of Feb.
I don't think there's any groundhogs around here, but there are a few prairie dog towns left, those that haven't been wiped out by the ranchers and/or the Bubonic Plague.
Anyway...here's to Garazon and his new love, Alison: