My three tomatoes are holding out against the cool nights. They might not survive tonight. Supposed to frost. Lloyd said there was ice on his windshield two mornings ago, but it didn't nip my houseplants sitting on the porch awaiting migration into the house for the winter. Tonight, I might bring a few of them inside!
That's all for today. No news is good news? or, no news is just no news. Haven't had time today to work on Jan's challenge. I did work on it yesterday, though.
However, Briggs and Squeaky had an intervention.
Hmmm, whaaasss-iss? Ain't one of those Flying Things!
Well, hallloooo, who you?
Yes, he's out there somewhere. Oh, there he is. Bye bye.
Zinnias have made a comeback, but the dahlias have withered in the cool nights. No frost yet, but it will come soon, as Oct. 15 is the average date, I think.
Oops, yesterday I didn't have all the facts. Here's the rest of Scott's story:
"One minor correction -- I deployed to Vietnam 4 times. From 1967 thru 1973 I spent at
least 3 months of every year in the combat zone. At least we got a tax break. Officers
got the first $500 each month tax free. Though it seemed like I was gone a lot in those
days, I think the soldiers and marines today are paying a far greater cost for our country
in Iraq. My deployments were 6 months (cut short by an unscheduled night landing in the
Gulf of Tonkin), 7 months (cut short by an unscheduled blowout of a disc in my back and
surgery), 11 months in country with the Army (I volunteered while on "shore duty"
as it was only scheduled to last 6 weeks to develop a new weapons system -- NEVER
VOLUNTEER), and 8 months as we fired the last shots at the official end of the war in Feb
1973 and then into Hanoi and Hai Phong harbor to do mine sweeping as a condition to
getting our POWs out -- (McCain, I accept your thank you)."
Nora with golden eagle.
Scott with Goshawk.
My high schoolmate Scott and his wife Nora went from their home in San Diego to Montana to capture and band golden eagles recently.
Here is Scott's story:
"We landed in Jackson Hole, drove to Montpelier, ID to visit with my 89 year old uncle, then drove to Wolf Creek MT (about 6 hours north) where we spent 5 days, then in a driving snow storm, through Yellowstone in two days and back to Jackson Hole – still snowing. The trip was super, but quick."
Scott was a two-tour helicopter pilot in Viet Nam, and he survived a crash. He and I share
the same birthday, too. Good ole boy!
Scott Caveman
Scott & Nora at Old Faithful
Now, THAT'S a vacation.
The buzzards have been soaring on the winds recently. Look out below!!
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