One Day At A Time

 One day at a time, that's Boyd's motto.  He handles being married to me for eternity with that thought at the front of his mind every day.  He doesn't plan too far ahead because he says he isn't sure if he'll wake up in the morning.  His attitude used to drive me crazy, but lately I have found myself adopting it right along with him.  It makes this crazy life easier to handle.

 I found these on the camera one day.  Apparently, my husband had taken a stroll around the farm.

 And he found a few items that have been here for a very long time.

 Besides the weather, we have also been dealing with trespassers.  Sunday, we went to check the South farm and some idiot smoking a cigarette on a small motorbike with fat tires was driving right across the bottom of the corn field with Boyd storming towards him.  He was so casual about everything.  I can't believe Boyd didn't run him over, I sure wanted to do it! 
Then tonight I saw two totally camo decked out dudes walking down the road towards the house.  I spotted them at "Duck, No Duck" and they walked the road all the way to the corner where Norman's meets the railroad grade. They finally crossed over and trudged through the thicket on the other side of our fence.  I am sure they were hunting turkeys and that makes me so MAD!

 And he found a few birds also.

 Here is the current status of the flooding.

 And a few of Mary's tulips.

 Boyd got the lawn mowed and finished up the last little bit in a hail storm.

 The Bird Refuge is surviving high water.

 Sorry about the antenna in the photos.

Bring on tomorrow cause I'm taking eternity one day at a time!

This is the view across the river most of the time.  No water, just nice green pasture.  Notice how you can't even see the water in the river.

 That was then, this is now.

 It is starting to flood out into the field.

 Now...

 

Then.... Then being last year's high flood mark.

 The water fowl are sure happy.

 I actually took the last two pictures of pelicans last summer, but just couldn't help but include them.

 Boyd is moving the gravel that we don't want to have wash away, especially since we keep hoping one of these days we can get the septic tank fixed.

 Hope the new spot is high enough.

 Notice how much bank we usually see.

And how the dog park is usually dry ground even if instead of dogs, we have deer in the park.

 

Or maybe a fox or two or three.

Now, it looks like this.

 And this.

 And the steep bank pictured here is under water.

Fish are jumping in the water-covered field.   Wish us luck!

Water Everywhere

 This was the dog park a couple of days ago.

 The river this morning. Should I be glad Ferry's land is lower than ours?

 No, because Boyd tells me we have a ridge and once the water clears that, it will come inland quickly.

 The backhoe got stuck hauling a limb to the pile. 

 Sure, he knew not to get too close. 

 But, alas, stuck he was.

 Thanks to Blair for coming to the rescue.

 Frog pond is so full!  You can see how close it is to the road level.

 We have new bodies of water on the farm now.  Boyd claims naming rights, but he is looking for suggestions.

 This pipe is usually empty.

A short clip of the river.