Saturday, July 25, 2009

Kitchen Aid


Ella at 6 months old.


Ella is getting curious about what I do during the day...
And it just so happens the kitchen has good lighting for snapping pictures.

By the way, Ella got her ears pierced three days ago.













Doing the deed:
I held her still while two ladies each grabbed an earlobe and counted to three.




30 seconds later: to prove she wasn't upset for very long:

"Snake (I mean) Shake, Rattle and Roll!"

*WARNING: The pictures for this post are graphic. If you are a little squeamish, a snake-lover or a member of PETA I'm going to suggest that you NOT scroll down any further. For the rest of you....wanna see some weird pictures of a snake that almost killed me?

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I almost died this week.

Okay, not really, but don't you want to hear my story now?

We drove home the other night to find our dogs acting a little anxious. Not able to quite put our finger on it we just continued into the house as usual. Before stepping up onto the porch I noticed that Maggie had slipped her collar off. It isn't the first time. She is still getting used to it, so she rubs her neck against the tree next to our front door and slips it off. I started to walk over to the tree in the dark, expecting to see the usual faint glimmer of a collar.

Instead, I heard what sounded like a pack of rattle snakes.

That's right, it sounded like a PACK (which sort of confused me since a snake isn't usually known as a "pack" animal....er reptile....whatever).

I froze in my tracks, afraid to move one more step since I couldn't tell where this bone-chilling sound was coming from exactly. Besides, last week in the tack shed I almost stepped on a young rattle snake before I heard it. He waited to let me know he was there until I was almost on top of him.

I yelled to Ben and asked him to turn the car around so that I could see the entire area with the headlights. As the lights came around I saw it (only one, but it was HUGE)! As soon as I could see where the danger was, I ran into the house and grabbed the Glock.

Ben called Rich (our farming partner who lives in the other house at the Headquarters with his family). He brought a shovel and Ben's shot gun. I made sure the kids were set-up and then went back outside. Hayden knew to stay in the house.

Ben and Rich stood on opposite sides of the snake. Rich held the shovel near the snake and it started to strike. It was SO powerful that it pushed the shovel back at Rich (just a little freaky). I heard the loud thud of the head and teeth as it punched against the metal shovel. Then, it turned and chased (yes, CHASED) after Ben who didn't want to shoot the snake and spray Rich at the same time. When Ben backed off it came back for Rich. (Scary!) Rich didn't waste any time and pinned the snake down, popping the head off.

I'm so glad it saw me first in the dark and rattled...it was sitting, coiled up, right where I was going to look for Maggie's collar!


This was a Diamond Back, not a Mohave. For a review of what the difference is, Click HERE.








Even after the snake was dead, it kept coiling up and striking. Even after they skinned it, it was coiling up and chasing after Ben and Rich. It was like something out of a scary movie.





You have to cut the head off of a rattle snake and bury it. If not, the head can still hook onto something (like a foot) and release all its poisonous venom.




Ben and Rich examining the snake in awe. Rich has lived in this area his entire life and said that he has never seen a snake this big. You can't appreciate the size of this thing in this picture because the snake was still wiggling and coiling up after being decapitated. When it was stretched out, it measured 5' 7" (without the head or rattle). WHOA!



This is what a snake looks like without any skin. I didn't realize that this is an open cavity. All the muscles are on top and support the ribs. The underside is open so that when a snake eats something large, the ribs and skin can stretch wide. This is where the spine is.





The guts run down the length of the open cavity (usually covered with skin).




The huge head was about the size of a small lemon. The bottom jaw has sharp spikes so that whatever it grabs can't get away without tearing away (I'm so glad it wasn't my leg). You can tell how large a rattle snake is by counting the "buttons" of the rattle. This one had 14! FYI: that's CRAZY!




Hayden is turning into my little farm boy: He asked to hold the beating heart (which continued to beat rhythmically for over two hours after we killed it). So much for the bath that night! I cut the heart out of the membrane and we watched the ventricles pump. It was quite the science lesson.







Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Visiting The Local Sites

Tombstone


With some friends visiting from Alaska, we decided to jump in the car and see some local sites. When I first started this blog I mentioned that this ranch is smack dab in the middle of many historic wild west events. In fact, if you have ever seen the movie Tombstone with Val Kilmer and Kurt Russell, this ranch we now live on was a part of the ranch owned by Henry Hooker (Charlton Heston's character in the same movie).

We are not far from Tombstone, so we went there first:



Everyone else sat on historic Allen Street and talked to a crazy lady while I used the weirdest public restroom I have ever seen (I wish I had my camera)!

I DID have my camera, however, when the stagecoach drove by...



...and thought it was funny to see a UPS truck pop-out from behind.
(Two cultures meeting together, once again, in Tombstone.)



We took pictures of funny signs...



...and tourist souvenirs:




After Tombstone we jumped over to Bisbee.
Dana pointed out that the main street of this historic mining town looked as though it was Diagon Alley, plucked straight out of a Harry Potter movie.

She's right!


We lunched at my favorite place: The Bisbee Grill
(Ella would NOT hold still, as usual):



...and I ate my first edible flower (which garnished my Godiva Chocolate Cheesecake):


Now THAT was a little weird!





*Note: I'm going to have to cut back a little on my blogging hobby as I am working on publishing FIVE family blurb books as well as a family cookbook. I am going to start posting only once a week or so. Feel free to become a "follower" if you aren't already...I would really love it if you still stopped by once in a while! :-)

Friday, July 10, 2009

Name That Dog!

Miss Jane Doe


We went to a puppy mill yesterday....
and came home with a rescue dog.

With entirely way too many dogs in the "breeding program" we walked away with this one for free.  She is a Bull Mastiff.  Ever see the movie Turner and Hooch?  Even though Hooch was technically a French Mastiff I have to say that every thing this one does reminds me of the movie.

We are going back for more later in the week.

I have never rescued a dog before, but it feels SO good.  Taking this sweet girl out of the dirty 12 x 12 pen she has lived in during her three-year life was exhilarating.  When we let her go at the ranch headquarters we watched intently to see what would happen.  Running, sniffing and rolling around in the grass it was obvious she thought she had somehow made it to heaven.  Within a few hours she was calming down.

One problem:  She needs a new name to go along with her new life.

So, can you help me?
Because I need to go to town and make some dog tags for her.
And I'm tired of saying, "Come here dog."

(Vote now, since this poll will only be open for a limited time.)





I have to admit that I have never been attracted to the Brindle markings, but she is changing that.  I thought it would be fun to name her a feminine name because she is such an intimidating-looking thing.  So, VOTE now!

I LOVE this dog.  I'm pretty sure she loves me too because when I went outside this morning to take her on a walk up the hill I found that she had left me a few gifts from overnight:


A work glove from the shop...



A disgusting left-over rib bone from last week's BBQ...




A slip-and-slide blow-up toy from the garden shed....




And a broken broom handle from who-knows-where.