So we had a bit of a reprieve from the super-deep freeze known as winter(the Polar Vortexes) in the Greater Bippus Area. Three days (in a row!) where the mercury rose above the freezing point of water. Rain, thunderstorms and high wind combined with the frozen soil to cause surface flooding. Field flooding- where the wind pushes water out of a field and over and across the roads that cross the rural areas.
So naturally, Uncle Milton was out back walking and looking, wondering why some parts of some fields are snow free while others are drifted to depths higher than the top of his rubber boots. Why some snow would support his weight, and other snow, usually the really deep stuff, let him sink right in. And the wildlife. And in one snow cleared area were some larger songbirds, who traveled – HOP,HOP, HOP,PAUSE across the exposed soil, HOP,HOP,HOP,PAUSE then a peck at the ground. As he moved in closer, faintly, as he had left his glasses in the house, faintly he spied the orange-ish breast of the robin. Actually a flock of robins. Seven that he could count in the clear although he suspects there may have been more.
What a treat THAT was clearly a month before the official arrival of spring to see robins out back, doing their thing.
On the walk back in the outdoor poultry, geese and a duck, signaled that they would appreciate some snack time attention, and having some shell corn in his pocket, Milton went to them and opened the gate. The geese were so happy that they rushed him! HONK, HONK, HONKETY HONK! Milton doled out the shell corn, a few pieces at a time; leading the geese out of the pen and onto the snow free area where winter grass showed through.
Now it is important to know that the geese and duck have had a had time of it this winter. They have not had a swim for a long, long time, and the snow drifts in their world have been tremendous. But they did seem to enjoy getting a little bit of green after such a long time with only store-bought food. So they took advantage of their freedom and the break in the weather, and grazed a little.
About this time, Ole Milton heard a familiar, yet unusual call (like above) from the sky to the west. Hearing it, but not really believing it, he looked up to see a small flock of Sandhill Cranes flying north. They announced themselves properly- signalling as they proceeded- and Milton ran to get Wifey, so she could share in the unusual early spotting. Of course by the time Wifey got to the scene, she could neither see nor hear the cranes, although Milton did his best to point out the movement of the flock, a mile or more to the north.
Milton and Missus Milton both wished them well, knowing that they may have a hard time of getting food. And a couple hours later the snow began to fall again. Being that both robins and sandhills feed on critters that live under the surface, we hope that they know what they’re doing. Or maybe their weather forecasting is better than ours.
Turning Over a New Leaf
Well, here it is that very last day of the Year of Our Lord 2013. Looking back, your humble writer has been doing a lot of complaining. Public complaining. And that shit has to stop So, Uncle Milton is turning over a new leaf.
He hereby swears (or affirms) that the new year will be spent investigating ways to bring out the positive. Right now the sun is shining. The ground is lightly dusted with fresh snow, and it looks so pretty. It is warm inside the house, and he just finished a delicious breakfast of sausage and home-made eggs. All positives.
And Looking Forward
Even if Nibiru and Comet Ison are hurtling towards us, threatening to make Earth into a gadzillion little space rocks, you won’t be hearing Old Uncle Milton bitching about it. It is almost time to start planting those cold weather garden plants, and purchasing the trees and bushes that (ideally) wil go into the ground around the Spring Equinox. And perhaps he will share some ideas that you, Dear Reader, will actually put into play as you pursue a more self-reliant life.
There is much to be thankful for. And Milton is thankful to you, Dear Reader, for dropping in, and sharing your time. Your comments and suggestions will be appreciated as well.
A little musical interlude…
It Is What It Is, til It Ain’t, Anymore
Latest news reports notwithstanding, things still look pretty bad. The idjits that run our grubmint, have furloughed about 17% of the grubmint, but agreed to pay them, the *non-essential* part, for staying home. Meanwhile, they have been *ordered* to make things as ugly as possible- shutting down fishing sites, and open ocean, keeping old veterans out of memorials built in their honor.
Uncle Milton says, “So What?”. He was part of a downsizing of the private sector, where a similar percentage of the workforce was “laid off”, a euphemism for getting fired, which was permanent, and sent packing. So what.
It is what it is.
Then the arseholes voted to PAY the non-essential grub-mint workers for not doing anything. WHAT! You could have saved a few bucks. You should have just fired the non-essentials, but that is not the way people in charge of YOUR money operate.
No way. It would be unfair. Even though they have already spent us into financial Armageddon, piss away a little more.
It is what it is.
Not worth getting yourself worked up about.
Unless you have kids and grandkids and care about their future.
Til it ain’t, Anymore
And that is what Milton thinks we are headed for. Ain’t. Anymore. The idjits that we have allowed to run our grubmint are spending us into nothingness.
AIN’T BEEN CARING MUCH
Old Uncle Milton has had an attitude problem as of late. Just plain didn’t care. Had the perception that others didn’t care, so why should Old Uncle Milton care? Developed the idea that words, words, and more words were just not going to fix anything.
And they won’t.
It is going to take ACTION if anything is going to get fixed.
WHAT CAN I DO, I’M ONLY ONE PERSON?
if you are still reading, then presumably, you, dear reader, consider yourself a person of action. You want to DO SOMETHING to help heal our insane world. Read on…
Consider the following link to an article written by Karl Denninger at The Market Ticker: If You Care, This Is The Start
As a Real American, the only power you have left is the power of the purse (or wallet, for you manly-men). You have FRN’s, others want them. (Note- for newer readers at the View from Bippus, FRN’s are those federal reserve notes that substitute for real, lawful honest money). And what Denninger advocates is ONLY transferring your hard earned FRN’s to people that are of a like mind, Real Americans; people that believe in what America was founded on.
That’s what you can do. That is what Old Uncle Milton can do. That is what self-governed Real Americans SHALL DO.
Do it for the children.
(or, Everybody Loves an Underdog)
Anyone out there that likes eating RAISINS?
An interesting thing happened out there in California, the place where the majority of the raisins we consume are grown. Old Uncle Milton will leave it to the experts at REASON (magazine, TV, or whatever) to tell the story:
One finds it difficult to offer CONSENT to an organization that helps itself to others property.
WHAT? WE ARE NOT THE BEST?
Greetings dear reader. An old hunting buddy from the Runny Shit Deer Camp sent me the following video. I just HAD to share it with you.
(Fair Warning: there are nasty ca-ca words in there, don’t watch if that offends you)
Greetings Dear Reader,
Here it is the month of March, still being Winter, but the twenty day countdown to Spring has begun! And if you have fruit trees, like Uncle Milton, then that means that the pruning ought to be done by now.
OOPs! We’ll get right on that. We don’t want those trees to get their sap flowing before they are properly cut back. And if you, Dear Reader, have fruit trees, then you too have a resilient obligation to get out there and remove those branches that will not be making fruit for you.