Flashback Friday

Flashback Friday: Biology 101, Firemen, and Donuts

How was your week?  Here are a few highlights from mine:

  1. Yesterday we caught Strider as he was finishing up his breakfast.  So we don’t know what he actually killed.
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Here he is.  Just a blood spot and a tail left.

I guess he doesn’t like eating tails.  So we had a little Biology 101.  What rodent has a white tail?  It looks a little thicker than a mouse or vole, but what?  A rat?  Doesn’t that tail look a little short for a rat?  We don’t know.

2.  Then there’s this, which we almost missed.

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I am sorry the quality is poor.  It’s the upper teeth and snout of whatever poor creature fell into Strider’s path.  Yuck.  Just yuck.

3.  Remember that Ditch Fire we had a week or so ago?  Well, the Fire Chief invited the boys out to the station for a private tour.  So I asked my father-in-law to take them, and he did.  They all loved it.

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These firemen are awesome.  They put all their gear on just for the boys.

They even let the boys get in their trucks and spray their hoses.

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Grandpa was secretly jealous of this part.  He wanted to spray the hose too.

4.  Someone drove by and knocked our mailbox over.  Bummer.

5.  It was the Feast of the Assumption last Wednesday.  So after Mass, we went to the local donut shop and ate donuts.  Besides the normal kinds of donuts, they had oreo cookie donuts with chunks of oreos on the frosting and donuts made to taste like snickers candy bars.  The animal cracker donuts with pink frosting were a hit among my girls.

 

Life is Worth Living

Ditch Fire!

“Hey, Mom, look!”  Yelled my 9-year-old son while riding his bike up and down the driveway.  “The top of the electric pole is on fire!”

“Where?”  I asked, while strapping the baby on me for a little walk.

“It looks like fireworks!”  Yelled the 7-year-old son.

The grass is on fire now!”  Reported the 9-year-old.

And that’s how the little ditch fire started last Friday night.  Across the gravel road from our house, the top of an electric pole somehow overheated and burst into flames.  It soon died out, but the sparks from it began a fire in the tall grass below.

Now there were 3 things to be thankful for at that moment:

  1. No one lives on that side of the road, so no houses were in danger.
  2. The wind was not blowing.  (Miracle.)  So it was a very slow moving fire.  And
  3. We happen to be not in a drought.  (Also a miracle for where we live.)

Had this electric pole decided to burst into flames exactly a year ago, the entire Waterfowl Production Area would have been gone in very short while.  Last summer, our fire department was kept very busy with wildfires, with one of them way too close for comfort – a mile away.

But this year, not a problem, yet.

Anyway, as soon as I saw the little fire, I called 911 to report it, while my husband grabbed a rake and ran over to it.  He had some experience putting out fires in Montana during college as part of a wild land firefighting crew.

Meanwhile the children thought this was all very awesome.  We watched from the other side of the ditch while the Sheriff and the Firemen pulled up.  By this time my husband had mostly put out the little fire, and the firemen had commenced spraying everything down.

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“Mom, I want to be fireman, just like these guys!”  Note the blackened ditch behind the firetruck on the left.

My 7-year-old wants to be a fireman now.  Because they’re manly and tough and get to be outside doing cool stuff like spraying water from massive hoses and driving sweet-looking trucks.

And you know what?  They are cool.