Neighbor to Neighbor

       Driving down a neighbor's field road to access my pasture to search for pocket gophers, I drove by his pasture. When his cattle saw me, they quickly moved to their empty water tank. When I returned, they were still there. There was large container of water on a trailer by the empty tank. Thinking to save the farmer the three-mile trip from his home, and relieve the thirsty cattle, I filled their tank from the container on the trailer.

   A couple of years ago the cattle in that pasture drank from a large slough. When that dried up the farmer dug a deep dugout to provide drinking water. Now that dugout is dry, so he needs to haul water to them.

   When the cattle had drunk and the tank was filled again, I texted the farmer to explain what I'd done, to save him a needless trip. His cattle were in my pasture until early July. The two pastures are only a couple of hundred yards apart. There's sufficient water in my pasture because there's large dam across a waterway.  To save him the necessity of hauling water I suggested he move the cattle back to my land. He's thinking about the offer.

Takk for alt,

Al

PS Also on my mind as I saw the cattle's thirst was the experience of another neighbor, whose pasture is separated by a fence from my land. He, too, hauls water to his cattle. Neglecting to keep them supplied, the cattle broke out of the fence unto my land looking for water. They did not cause as much of a problem as did his hired men driving trucks and four-wheelers through my grass to round up the cattle.

This is similar to the tank from which the cattle drank.

My Bad!

       The other reader pointed out that I didn't blog last night.  Sorry! I'm OK.

Takk for alt,

al

Alone again!

        Well not really because wonder dog, Odie, is here. Unusual as it is for me to have company I just hosted for a week. We laughed a lot, ate well (out), she tolerated my critique of her driving and generally enjoyed ourselves. Two creaky old folks who grew up together and still like each other in our dotage

    It's times like these that Odie's company keeps me from being lonely. Comfortable being alone Odie is a great companion. He proves himself anew every day.

Takk for alt,

Al

Still no winner on the photo contest.

Random photo of Santorini below, which I like.

 

Facebook Follies!

      For many days, weeks? I was locked out of Facebook.  It caused me to think "perhaps I should just live without it." The downside of that it is my connection to friends far and wide. It's my only connection to the teachers in the Thai school where I taught for many years. It's also the conduit to friends in Norway and other countries. Not to mention friends in America.

  Finally, I decided to open another Facebook account to try to maintain that connection. So, what happened? Suddenly I had access to my original account. It's good to have the connection restored.

Takk for alt,

Al

No one has yet guessed the location of the photo poster earlier, so give it a try.

A tree shaped by South Dakota wind.😁

Brief

      

As guests at a lovely dinner, it's now late so this is a brief post to let you know that I am well. More later.

Takk for alt,

Al

Still no winners on the photo contest.

Seaborn Memories!

      A friend, in conversation today, recounted the odd sensation of land after being on a cruise ship. Land seems to rock for a while.  How well I remember that sensation. While in the Marines I spent months aboard ship. The first exposure was the 28 days it took us to go from San Diego to Okinawa on a liberty ship. The trip from Okinawa to Japan didn't take very long but the sea was rough, but calm on the return trip. 

     Our battalion spent weeks aboard ship as the "Ready Battalion" in the Western Pacific. Were any military emergency to happen we could quickly deploy. We mostly floated around the South China Sea. There was a stop in Hong Kong for a few days. In the Philippines there was time ashore for jungle training. Our station was at Subic Bay. 

   The USS Princton LPH 5, (LPH=Landing Pad Helicopter) was the ship (pictured below). It was a WW II, aircraft carrier, the first Princeton was sunk in the war, converted to carry helicopters. Because of its size its ride was relatively smooth, although the South Pacific was usually calm. It was the ship that took us home from Okinawa to Long Beach, in two weeks...much faster than the liberty ship going over.  the USS Pickaway which transported us to Okinawa travelled at 13 knots, imagine 13 knots for 8000 miles.

   Every time we disembarked the ground rocked under our feet.

Takk for alt,

Al

3 guesses so far, 2 ND, 1 NB, none correct.

 This is a picture of the Princeton which I took from a helicopter. It's in the Philippine Sea. 

Book Report

         This novel is different from any other that I've read. What makes it different is that it's about a dog, told by that dog. ETNA, Paul Yoon, is the name of the dog and the book. He's taken from an animal sanctuary while young to be trained to aid soldiers in combat. Because of his abilities he's attached to a sapper unit for combat in an un-named war in an un-identified country. Surviving, as the war ends, he runs away to search for the home where he was born.

     The essence of the book is his journey looking for his birthplace and all the adventures which ensue. It's all told in his voice and there are persons in his life who understand and can converse with him. He also converses with other dogs and animals.

    If the reader accepts the premise that he can converse the book is fascinating. Published this year, it's only 195 pages long, and reads quickly because there is much white space on the pages. M. lent it to me and I'm glad to have read it.  Thanks M.!

Takk for alt,

Al

No guesses yet on yesterday's picture so I'm not telling.