When Mike I and decided to take on the adventure of starting a little hobby farm, we knew there would be some challenges along the way. This past weekend, we encountered a few bumps in the road.
We'd gotten snow in north Georgia and it was chilly, 29 degrees F, when we arrived at the farm. Here is a picture of the road, right before reaching our place:
Upon arriving, we were surprised to see that our pond had frozen over. It's quite large, so I'd not imagined it would freeze.
One could tell that it wasn't frozen solid however, so when we discovered that a person and his or her dog had walked across the lake, leaving footprints, we were quite concerned. Who- ever it was had tested the thickness of the ice out with a few rocks - some of which had gone through and hit bottom while another sat on top.
The problem is that if someone broke through the ice and drowned, for example, we'd possibly be liable if we were sued - so said the the lawyer Mike consulted when we bought our place, although I have read that we wouldn't be liable. Either way, and sad to say, two teenage boys in another part of north Georgia drowned over the weekend for falling into an ice-covered lake. So it happens.
We hadn't wanted to put up no trespassing signs right off the bat because being the new neighbors in town, it just doesn't look very friendly. But to protect ourselves and those who don't use common sense, I'm afraid we'll have to. Then, if someone is crazy enough to walk on thin ice on our lake, they'll at least know they don't belong there... not that they don't already know that since our land is private property and common knowledge to those in the area. The funny thing is that the tracks from the pond went right to a house across the street from our place - so we know who it was!
So Mike bought a sign that says no hunting, swimming or trespassing. I particularly like the no hunting part because we have deer and wild turkey in our front fields and I really don't want bullets flying around where we live. So up the sign went - and we probably need a few more.
Next, Mike said he was going to check the gas tank to make sure it was filled with propane as was promised the week before by the gas company. Well, it was empty and there was a note hanging on the front door:
Now, that note was written by either an uneducated soul or someone high on crack. I don't know which, but as you can see he was spelling phonetically as he "mist" us and he wrote it in the year 2015. We weren't even supposed to be there when the gas was delivered, so "misting" us shouldn't have been an issue. While the note was mildly amusing and annoying at the same time, it got much worse when Mike called the company. They didn't know why the fuel wasn't delivered and they didn't have any idea when it would be delivered! What? Is that what you call customer service? Quite disconcerting I must say. And I can tell you Mike had steam shooting out of his ears.
So I couldn't use the stove and had to cook on the electric griddle and George Forman grill again. Mike had detached the gas line for the stove from the temporary grill-sized gas tank and it was too much trouble to change it back and would probably confuse the gas delivery guy if/when he ever shows back up to fill the tank.
And finally, when Mike went to look in his old work truck to see what sort of plumbing pieces and parts he had stored in it for a project he wanted to work on, he discovered it had been broken into. The window on the passenger side had been bashed in and Mike said it looked like as though it had been done quite a few months ago - way before we moved into the cabin. Fortunately, there was nothing valuable in the truck - an old FedEx truck that Mike has his company name on - but still, was it a neighbor? Who? Do we need to get a home security system and land surveillance? So disappointing. People can be such pills.
While those three things didn't sit too well, they didn't dampen our spirits and we had another wonderful, if not magical, weekend there. We took only one kitty with us this time since the other two disappeared when we started packing up. And because we were going to be gone only one night, we figured they could fend for themselves during that short period. They did, but they were not happy with us when we returned. No sir. Acting as though their feelings had been hurt. Perhaps they will show a little more enthusiasm next time? Hm?
We took Zena because she likes adventure and doesn't mind riding in the car - and sits in Mike's or my lap and looks out the window - and because she's a mouser. The cabin, since it's out in the country, has little mice when there aren't cats around, and when arriving this past weekend, I noticed that they had eaten my soap! Yes - and gnawed off one corner of it. You can see the teeth marks!
Why would a rodent want to eat soap? I don't have a clue, but it was one of the ones I made last year and since it was "all natural" and had calendula flowers in it, maybe they thought it was a treat. Other than that though, I didn't see much evidence of their scurrying about, though I had wisely put all food they might have a yen for in plastic containers. I'm not one to be afraid of rodents and such, I just don't like little mousie poo here and there; it's just not sanitary. So I can't wait until we live there full time so's all three cats can take care of that problem. When our tenants lived there with their two kitties, they didn't have a mouse problem at all anymore.
Zena follows Mike all over the place "helping" him with all the updates he's working on; I think she's enamoured with him. The sound of a drill and other loud tools Mike uses don't phase her in the least. She's Mike's workin' bud. Here they are putting up a new mirror in the bathroom:
We didn't get as much done as we'd hoped, but for some reason being at our little farm strips all the stress away from Mike and me. Not sure why, but I sure like it. I rented the old show Northern Exposure for while we are there and we watched three episodes. I used to love that show.
Here is one more picture of me when we were following the snow tracks on the pond. If I look a little cold, it was 29 degrees F and the wind had been blowing.
And, oh yes, one more picture of footprints in the snow at the cabin - the neighbor's cat tracks, a raccoon I think, and a human.