71 going to 89. Relatively low humidity today...didn't even have to wear boots to carry all the feeders out, although I could see beautiful cumulonimbus clouds with anvils to the east.
Don, I'm like a couple of others on the trade-off between mowing less often, vs the quality and how long it takes...I've found that during times of normal rainfall, the grass gets too thick to allow it to grow taller, and will leave too many cuttings on top. So, I don't cut at all during drought periods, but as often as needed during wet periods. I haven't noticed my diesel Zero using fuel any faster than the tractor, it just has a smaller tank.
Left home at 4:45am yesterday to meet my son and the forester in southern Virginia to walk a couple of sections of the farm for purposes of timbering. One section is mature saw timber, and the others are young pines that need to be thinned for pulpwood. Most of the forest will be left alone. Prices are down some, but it needs to be done, and the family wants to do it now, in case prices drop even further.
We walked up on a gobbler strutting and a hen clucking...seems late for that, but we also found a nest with turkey egg shells scattered like a coon had raided it, so maybe another attempt. My son checked his trail cam, and we were just behind two bears going by it.
Talked with the farmer who was there, planting soybeans, using a huge Deere. The cotton he had planted was already a foot tall. He had lots to say about the increase in prices of fuel, etc. Only found 3 ticks before heading home.
Stopped by the Kubota dealer on the way home to pick up the tractor lug bolts...they were 5 bucks each, but the parts man gave me a free Kubota hat, so I walked out happy. Then met my wife up the road for lunch at the best Mexican place...so a great day with all afternoon left.
While bringing in the bird feeders last evening, we saw a barn cat from across the road run out from our Sweet Betsy bush and catch and kill a young rabbit in front of us. Quick as lightning. This rabbit was almost tame around us, and my wife had named it Foo, for Little Bunny Foo Foo...I alternated calling it Foo Fighter, or Kung Fu. My wife was really sad. Me, too.