Shiver

ernest & shiverAnother favorite.  “Ernest Greet and Shiver”

What a horse Shiver was!  and doesn’t it make you wonder… how’d he get that name?

Wordless Wednesday – “Study in Perspective”

lined out

Cool

I feel like I didn’t accomplish much today… They weren’t very physical, I guess!

I started to scan some of the old family photos… after figuring out the best way to do it, it went fairly fast.  Scanning at a higher dpi slowed the process down extensively, so I didn’t.  I imagine I may regret that, but 300 dpi it is.  I did find how to make it realize it is scanning four photos at once instead of one large one… that helps!  Renaming them with the title (if any) on the back helps sort them.  Ten pics of branding all start with “brand” and then something else that sticks out in the photo… “brandatbarn” for instance.

That took much longer than I had hoped, and I have many more to do.  Here’s my favorite of the day.  It reads “The Defender: Helen Wilson age 4 1917 She is doing her bit for civilization’s sake.”  I’m not sure who she is related to… but who cares??? What a cutie!

HelenWilsonNote the hat and hoe and number of stars and how thin that corn patch seems to be!!!

After lunch, I decided to check my bees.  I had harvested honey a few weeks back, and I hadn’t been back.  I knew I should because I had one hive lose a queen.  Although I had given them a brood comb from another hive, for some reason they didn’t turn one into a queen.  I should have checked them just a week later, but, somehow, I didn’t get it done.  Today was tragic… No queen and now wax moths.  Wax moths will attack a weakened hive and destroy old comb.  It’s the natural circle of the hive, but it definitely means the end of this hive.  I’ll share some of the little honey stores if I need to with the other two hives, possibly freezing them first to kill any wax moth larvae.  It’s my understanding that wax moths exist in all hives, but they develop and destroy the old comb when it has passed its usefulness.  A healthy and vigorous hive needn’t worry about wax moths.

I’m looking at it as simply having a hive ready to go to next spring, because I bet one of my other hives will swarm.  They are rocking and rolling!  I checked on the hive formerly known as Mess-opotamia, now Babeelon.  I lifted the lid carefully and whooooeee!  There were bees everywhere!  Beebalon

I looked under the lid and it was COVERED.  Today was hot, and this was their version of “bearding” or cooling off!  I helped them out a bit by giving them a couple of empty bars and I removed some zip ties I had holding up some gifted comb.  I don’t expect them to build more fresh comb, but maybe a little more air to circulate will lessen the heat index!

No mice were in evidence, but there was pack rat poop.  Pack rats won’t fit through the entrance holes, but ish!  Gonna have to put out some poison for it.  Pack rats are BAAAAAAD this year, along with mice…  gross.

Since I have two hives the size of Babeelon, this winter I think I’ll build another hive the size of my Golden Mean Hive, then I can alternate the top bars and comb between the two.  I’m not really sure where I’ll put it, maybe just on my table top… I’ll have to think about that!  For those of you future beeks thinking about getting a hive in the spring (K., I’m thinking of you!!!), think about getting TWO, both the same size!!!

I was enjoying myself, but as the sweat began to pour down my back and bead on my cheeks, I decided I’d had enough and closed them back up.  Ice water and air conditioning was next on my list.  COOL!

Coating of Pine

There’s one set of cows we have still running in conjunction with the neighbor’s… Today we split the herd to take them to better pastures.

No dogs got to play today because the other cattle aren’t “dog broke” and they will just go on the fight and not want to move.  Well, that was the plan.  What I ended up doing never got me very close to the other cows… so, dog gone it! I coulda taken my dogs!!! Oh, well, better safe than sorry, I guess.

The pastures encircle this wooded knoll, patterned with junipers and aspen and limber pine.  A couple of developed springs lay hidden.  Open sagebrush prairie wiggles down between timber patches.  A red tailed hawk screams from his perch.  Blue grouse flutter loudly to a hidden branch.  A cow bawls.  Downhill the calf answers in his higher pitched “meh.”  Horse hooves ring on lichen covered rock and crunch through dried and curled Mule’s Ears.  The light breeze riffles through needles and leaves, Mother Nature’s breathing… soft, full, relaxed. I lean from my saddle avoiding the pitch on the branch to my left and the scent of “mountain” overwhelms me: fine dust, cured grasses, echoes of sage, underlying notes of green grass, and a coating of pine.

I urge Panama into a trot, catching up with the guys…

aspen patch

Boysen Dam

For any Wyoming history buffs out there… Here are two photos I found interesting.

Boysen Dam is south of Thermopolis, Wyoming.  Construction began in 1946.  It is a rockfill dam, eventually reaching a height of 220′ and length of 1,143′.  The crest of the dam is 30′ wide, but the base is over 900′!  That’s pretty impressive.

boysen DamI’ve driven past here a zillion times.

At the mouth of Wind River Canyon, Boysen is responsible for hydroelectric power and irrigation.  It’s a quick insight into how much snowpack this part of Wyoming has received.

I’ve fished below the dam, and played in the water above the dam.

It’s also why I think these are cool photos.

Boysen DamTaken May 22, 1950, Fred and Dora Greet watch the progress of Boysen Dam’s construction.  How fascinating that must have been to have a bird’s eye view!

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I can’t help but remember my dad’s fascination with the dam and the river… but most of all… his grins about riding the trains through the canyon.  My dad as a youngster would often hop trains in rural Oklahoma, just for kicks, and for real transportation as well.  In Wind River Canyon, the highway is on the east side of the river, just wide enough for the highway in most parts and the train tracks are on the west side of the river, squeaking through tunnels and narrow ledges.  My dad noticed that as you approached Boysen Dam, the train tracks *disappear*.  Finally, down the road, the train reemerges from its tunnel… and my dad always thought it’d be great to hitch a ride and go through that tunnel!!! Well, tonight I finally researched that and found the tunnel is 7,131′ long.  That would be a long dark trip, but if I ever get a chance, I’ll take that train trip under Boysen Dam!