A little sleeping in, grab some breakfast and in two different trucks, Ghon and I headed to town. First things first, he needed an oil change, and we needed a new battery pack with air compressor. Off to Pep Boys we went.
Why Pep Boys? Because I had coupons of course!
While Ghon waited at the service counter, I went off in search of battery packs. They had several in one style that I liked. The features varied slightly, but the amp support came in 600, 700, or 900. I liked the features on the 700, but couldn't find a price. I grabbed it up regardless, found the other things we needed, and after Ghon's approval on my selections, headed to check out.
|Look at all those amazing features!|
That's a lot more than $45.00. Like, more than twice that amount. After pointing this difference out the the cashier, he calls for a manager, they check the sale ad, ask the guy in that department if he wrote it on there, then actually asked me if I did.
The 600 amp version was on sale this week for $69.99. The manager said she couldn't honor the written price of $45.00, so I asked if she would give it to me for the sale price on the 600, and she agreed.
Yep, I saved $30 then handed over my $5 coupon.
We left Ghon's truck there for an oil change. After stopping at Southern States to buy some fencing, we headed back to the farm to get to work. This, is where it gets exciting.
Right after we arrived, Ghon took a quick walk toward the garden then calls me over - he saw several deer, including some fawn still in spots. He meets me halfway across the field as I grab my camera and the deer head into the woods.
After eating some corn.
About the same time, we spot something else walking through the garden. Just as I was about to say "Is that a groundhog?" I realized it wasn't and we both just sort of point and say look at that. A raccoon.
In broad daylight.
Ghon runs, and I mean runs, to the house to get his shotgun. Jonathan is chasing after him, wondering what is going on. Angry farmer comes charging the field. Can you see the determination and anger on his face below? That was no reenactment - I got that shot live.
He takes off toward the field, where the raccoon is no longer in sight. Jonathan asks me what Daddy is doing, and I tell him that he is going to try to kill the raccoon. He replies, "The one that keeps eating our chickens?" When I tell him yes, he does a happy dance and cheer. I did have to make him repose for the picture below, but the original face was just the same.
Ghon approached the corn field from the side and I was so shocked when he took aim. I couldn't believe he found the raccoon!
|Determined farmer. Excited boy. Skilled marksman.|
One shot and the chicken killing, corn stealing, why in the world was he day-walking varmint was down.
|One shot success.|
Is that another sign of being countryfried?
After that exciting start to the day, it was time to fence the chicken run. Finally. It's been way too long. Before we could get too far, we had to remove a small tree that was in the way.
|Ghon taking the chainsaw to the "junk tree."|
|No more tree.|
The fence plan has taken on a variety of forms. The current plan is to work the chicken wire all the way around. Next will be adding two rows of fencing boards between the posts to help stabilize the fencing. Finally, we are going to run a edging timber or another fence board along the bottom to help hold the wire in place and prevent digging in - or out. The new automatic door seems to be working well. Between the door, the sealed up gables, and the fencing, we are hoping we will be all set.
We had bought two rolls of six foot tall chicken wire. Ghon manned the roll of wire while I manned the staple gun. Stretch the wire, staple the wire. Unroll, stretch, staple, repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Crud. Out of staples. We only made it a quarter of the way around.
Once we ran out of staples, Ghon started to mow the front yard with Jonathan in tow while Genevieve and I headed back into town. We paid for Ghon's truck repairs so we could pick it up later, then headed to Lowes to buy staples, hose clamps and 36 -72 fence boards.
Yes, 36 if they were more money than we thought, 72 if they were cheap.
I found a cart, found the boards and started loading up.
I got 30 boards.
There were plenty more boards and reasonable enough in price, but they were still bound or too high for me to reach. Any remaining loose boards were split. I asked at the register for help, and no one came. For ten minutes.
I told Genevieve we were going to leave soon if no one came. She said, "Oh, let's just go Mom." When did she get so big??
|Dirty girl helping Mom at Lowes.|
So we bought our 30 boards, our staples, and hose clamps and left.
After I loaded my truck, I received a text message from Ghon. Seems the boys were back at the farm having their own fun.
The boy was singing while driving, drinking juice and driving, and having a grand time. He was so proud of himself. When Genevieve and I came back, they boys were not in sight, so we started walking toward the far field where the tractor was. We were about to head into the woods to look for them when Genevieve yelled, "I hear Jonafin!" Seriously, she can't say Jonathan right, so it comes out Jonafin.Which is how he got the nickname Fin, but way before G was born. I predicted the 'Fin' part.
The boys went for a walk into the woods and along the power lines.
Jonathan demonstrated his driving abilities by making a loop around the orchard, drinking his juice box and driving all the way back to the yard by the house.
This video was shot by Ghon while Genevieve and I were shopping. It's early in Jonathan's driving experience. Excuse the quick language upfront.
After all that craziness, Ghon and I got back to work. I asked Jonathan to take a picture of me working. I don't particularly like having my picture taken, but sometimes, I feel it sounds like I don't really do any work at the farm, so I wanted to have some documentation that I do work! He loves taking pictures, so he was happy to oblige.
|That's me. Working.|
|Before and after...or before and more in progress.|
|Let's hope these don't rip as fast as the last pair!|