In an earlier post, I mentioned that DH was replacing the floor of our hydraulic chute
Our camp man helped him unload some of the metal and he asked him why DH doesn't just buy a new chute. Yes, that might be easier, but WAAAYY more expensive and DH is wired to fix things instead of replace them if they can be fixed. I know I'm biased, but good gravy, this man is handy!
He put in a lot of hours, but the end is in site. The old floor has been relegated to the junk pile
And the new floor is in place
And of course, Skeet helped too
Some of you eagle-eyed readers will no-doubt notice Skeet's wound on his right shoulder and I'll tell the story, but if you're squeemish, stop reading and x-out now.
Well, we've been losing cats all summer. That's just part of ranch life - something has been snatching them at night - one at a time. We had 25 barn cats and are down to one mama - one kitten (they are super wild and live out at the barn) - and Oliver. Yes, even his littermates have gone missing. Skeet sleeps outside and one night he just pitched a royal fit and would have climbed the yard fence if he could have. We let him out to see what direction the source of his consternation had run and when he came back, he had a war wound where he had clearly met up with part of the barbed wire fence
It was 10:00 on a Friday night so we improvised:
Poor Skeet! He truly is the BEST dog.
He wore that silly collar for 8 days and the next day he had removed the patch, but our superglue stitches had held and his hair's growing back. It never slowed him down.
Alas, our cat-burglar is yet to be caught and I've become so attached to Oliver that he now sleeps in the mudroom and I nudge him back outside at dawn each day where he continues to monitor my every move
As well as take on nursing duties for a chicken that came in lame last week
If your floor is rotted out, or you run through a barbed-wire fence, or you show up to the feed trough lame, we'll do our best to fix you up!