Throwback Thursday

Once upon a time, this treehouse was a little boy's dream and a father/son project. Seven years doesn't seem that long ago – until I looked at the photos I took then!  =8-O

(He still has that teddy bear. ;-)

Now it stands neglected, abandoned.

Or is it?

That's it for #tbt at . . .

News from the hood wood wooded hood ;-)

This image of Benny against the big tree caught my eye this rainy morning.

Looking downhill from the Ram-ada Inn, I noticed what a jungle the SE corner of our property has become.

Years ago we tried turning the horses in there, but they got scraped up by fallen branches. Later I tried turning the Shetland boys in there, but their fleeces collected nasty weed seeds – and they chomped on the seedling Douglas firs. Brian has probably used this untamed space the most, which isn't saying much; he had more fun building the treehouse (with his dad) and setting up a "campsite" than he did actually using either of them. If I had my druthers, I'd get a couple Nigerian dwarf goats to eat the weeds!

The birds don't mind the rain too much,

and the pastures and garden are being blessed.

Hopefully our cool-season grass will keep growing for while!

(Yes, Vienna is in tatters and needs to be sheared/rooed.)

Rick is working on a really special piece of wood, a huge burl of some kind. This should become a spectacular bowl!

That's it for now from . . .

Brian's new home

Last night Rick got home in time to help Brian finish putting up the walls on the treehouse, the requisite step for Brian to be in the treehouse by himself. Oh, the joy! This morning he got up and requested breakfast to go, and told me I could bring lunch (pickle and honey sandwich again) down in four hours to eat with him. Until then, I wasn't supposed to see the changes, but I did snap the above photo from a distance while doing chores this morning. Notice the green bucket on the left, and the line of orange baling twine? That is his washer and dryer, already pressed into use earlier this week:
He told me he can "shower" in that bucket, too - and dig a hole in the woods if he needs a restroom. Tonight he wants to sleep up there, because this is, after all, "his house." It was nice having him at home for more than 8 1/2 years, but I guess I'm an empty-nester now. ;-)

Good thing I have my sheep to keep me occupied! The ram boys seem intent on bulking up for breeding season
but Barry has time for love:
He's still looking for someone to give him a forever home and enjoy all that wonderful white wavy wool!

And Katie?

This is morning FIVE of weaning. So much for the false hope that the noise would be over after two days!

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