Hello, Benjamin from Brother’s Campfire here!
I found out yesterday that according to some gamer chick named Kana “Tanukana” Tani, “short men under 5 feet 7 inches do not have “human rights”.
Here is the link if you care to read.
At 5 feet 6 and 3/4 inches, I am a quarter-inch shy of deserving human rights.
Yesterday was a busy one.
It started out with me making a pot of coffee and beginning to write an epic tale. My father-in-law was up at O dark thirty as well so I put the tale off for a bit and we talked a bit.
After a while, my Beloved woke up and we had some hearty oatmeal.
I had a short amount of time to get work done at home so I put my work clothes on and dug a hole for an additional water source for the birds. When spring comes, I need to let the vegetation grow back in the other water hole.
You cannot see it in this photo, but the ducks are in there while Trumpet my Goose stands guard.
After providing them a place to play, I mucked out the other duck pond. Rotten eggs, excrement, and stench met me at the bottom. I went ahead and put a temporary fence up for later.
Somehow I managed to hit my middle finger with a sledgehammer as I secured the posts in the ground.
While outside, I noticed that bees were congregating all over the cracked corn. I asked the Google and found out that worker bees gather corn dust to take back to the hive when other options are unavailable. Source
I like bees so I placed a mix of honey and brown sugar out. After a few hours, I discovered they were much more interested in the corn.
Ducks are dirty work. I went inside and got cleaned up.
As noted in my last post, we went to visit my grandmother’s resting place.
We also visited our longtime friend Margarita Sam. She was an encouraging mother figure all throughout my life.
A nursing facility decided to let her freeze to death outside on a cold February night.
This may step on some of your theology, but when we got in the car we played Aint No Grave. We will see them both again.
Afterward, I took Isabel to her friend’s house and hung out with my sister and nephew. Here is a picture of us at the cemetery. I have a feeling he will be a sturdy young man.
My daughter, who is an excellent cook, decided to make us eggs and potatoes for dinner.
Well, off to new adventures!