mo hunting

The news seems to have gotten out somehow that the ‘bramble hunter’ was on the prowl in the garden. The little thieves of soil nutrition were harder to find during the latest hunt, they were hiding behind the few remaining stalks of grass and weeds and also in the brown thatch that resulted from the mowing before the hunt started. Do they have their own little newspaper, something like “The Bramble Chronicles”, that tells all the prickly news and sticky situations on Blueberry Hill?

No matter, they did get found and many roots again bit the air whether they wanted to or not. The extermination project did not get completed because the problem was more extensive than it was first thought. I was hoping to be rid of the intruders today and possibly even get the garden tilled. There is one large bed remaining to be cleared and it is the worst of all. Plus the day after today carries a threat of rain and hence a postponement of the bramble hunts. But alas, the end of my energy and the daylight came about the same time, so the hunt was postponed until another day.

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On another day, during another time and at basically the same place, the hunt began again. This one last bed remaining to be cleared had the dreaded brambles in heartbreaking multiplicity. It reminded me of one of the songs from “The Sound of Music” – ‘The bed was alive with the sight of brambles’ – I guess you had to be there. As the hunter chased down and hacked these maleficent plant entities from the good soil, he couldn’t help but smile, knowing that not only these were being wiped out, but all others that would spring forth from their dastardly roots.

After great results, yet with the bed incomplete in it’s clearing, the hunter once again had to call off the hunt for this day. Another day would have to view its completion and the tilling operation. The hunter shifted back to just being a regular guy and went for an evening walk. Clouds were moving in, promising wet stuff later in the evening, but the temp was just right for this necessary rehab activity.

The pond behind our house and the neighbor’s has seen and heard much goose activity of late and just as I started the walk, a flock of 19 of these left the surface of the pond to fly to another surface a few miles to the south of us. Then just as I was finishing up the stroll, I saw that one pair of the geese did not leave and the reason was that they were guarding their young ones – 5 goslings were trailing along behind the Mom goose and the Dad was the rear guard. A few years back some ducks hatched out, but this is the first time I have seen goose hatchlings on this pond.

Continuing to be amazed by God’s creations, I was grateful for the viewing thereof. ec