Well, the hole wasn't really the beginning. There was the planning, the paying, the paying more, the engineering, the permit, permit renewal, other permits...and before that buying land. Before that saving for land and looking for land, and before that... you get the idea.
So, here we are. Last Tuesday evening the builder man (not an actual redneck Santa, but he could pass for one) staked out the location for the build. It ended up further uphill than originally planned. That will help with drainage, but I sacrifice a bit of water pressure because the cistern is also uphill, but less so now.
Then on Sunday morning "early" (9:14am isn't "early" in my book...it's "10ish" in my book but I am widely known to have a stick up my butt about time) the equipment was delivered at the bottom of the hill and the trucks left. I had a radio show to do at 2pm so at noon, after building a super rad rooster coop which may be featured in a later blog post, and a bunch of other stuff, I cleaned up, washed my incredibly sweaty filthy hair, and headed in to town for the show. As I'm driving south, I see a builder truck heading north...to my place. Dang it. But it's all staked out and what was I going to do anyway? There was no back-up DJ for the show so off I went.
3 hours later, driving home, I meet 2 builder trucks heading back to town. Damn! But I am greeted with this at my place:
That's right, I am now the proud owner of a big ass hole. Probably will be bigger and deeper by tonight. I will try to run home mid-day and check it out. It's right where the stakes are so, that's good.
And now...the moose! It's a yearling male the must have been recently booted from his mom's place. That happens about now as the new calves are being born. The yearling males are idiots and make bad housing choices. He and I about bumped noses by my driveway and creek...we were both occupied with other thoughts.
I looked up to see a moose, way too close headed straight toward me. Not a tree to hide behind and in the creek which was close, he would be much more coordinated than me. They don't see so well to the front so I figured that was my best bet. I waved my arms around and screamed like a wee girl and it ran UPHILL away from cover, back toward the creek cover, back up hill...idiot. A mature female or male would have just trotted over and stomped me to death.
NOW I am not walking around my place texting. I pay attention.
