A Little Bench Blogging

Blogging from the bench.

This morning I thought I would try a little something different. I am combining two things that I love to do; blogging, and sitting on my bench. This way instead of sitting here thinking about a bunch of stuff and then trying to remember later on, I can just type it out as I think of it. So, let’s get started.

It’s a nice morning. It’s not hot or too cool, just kind of perfect. There is no breeze and everything is deathly still outside. It is 7:25 AM and the sun is trying its best to break through some cloud cover. The sky is a mixture of light blue, grey and pinkish/orange. The cows across the street haven’t came out to the main pasture yet but I can hear them mooing in the distance. I haven’t seen Obama the Llama lately, I think they moved him to another field. My son says that he thinks he saw him the other day from the school bus window.

There are several birds and insects out this morning. I’ve already swatted at a mosquito and the crickets are singing up a storm. There is a Blue Jay in the trees to my right and he is squawking like a crazed lunatic. I just heard a Hummingbird but didn’t see it because I was looking down at my computer screen (I guess that’s one drawback to bench blogging.)

One of my neighbors, two houses down from me, just started up his car. It’s one of those little square cars that looks like it needs a remote control. He has put a loud coffee can type muffler on it. It’s waaay too loud for this early in the morning. Luckily he started up and quickly sped down the road.

Another neighbor three houses down, raises Beagles and they have began barking loudly. They are drowning out the sound of a distant rooster crowing. That old rooster reminds me of growing up at my parent’s house. My dad always kept chickens so we would have eggs to eat, and he still does. I used to help him clip their wings so they wouldn’t fly out of the chicken coop. We would go in the chicken house in the dark of the night with a flashlight and grab those chickens while they were roosting. Dad would cradle them under his left arm and with a pair of scissors in his right hand, he would clip the outer 3 or 4 inches of their wings off. I would stretch the wing out and shine the flashlight underneath so that he wouldn’t accidentally cut into their flesh. Then he would gently return the chicken back to its roosting place.

Our resident Woodpecker just started pecking away at the telephone pole across the street. He does this every morning. KUB will eventually have to replace that pole because there won’t be anything left of it! I’d like to get a good picture of old Woody, but my zoom won’t go that far and if I try to get closer, he flies away.

The sun is now shining through the clouds pretty good. It hurts my eyes to look at it and every time I do, I see big blue circles in front of me. I’ll snap a picture of it and hopefully it will turn out good. I just noticed that the cows are in the field now.

Hopefully today will be a good day. I need to work on my weed eater. As I reported several months ago, the fuel line broke on it and ever since I fixed that, it has been tearing down on me. My buddy, Jerry Butler, warned me about that when I was tagging along with him on the Carolina Road tour bus. For a bluegrass guy he sure knows weed eaters!

Well, the blasted heat pump just kicked on and an airplane is flying overhead. I guess that’s my signal to stop bench blogging. This has been pretty fun, however, I’m afraid that I’m missing things by devoting too much time to writing. Hope I didn’t bore you too much!

-Tug, blogging from the bench.