Lynda's Images & Words 198: Our Feathered Friends

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Images And Words 198 ~ Our Feathered Friends

Welcome to Images And Words Week 198

This week our theme is..

Our Feathered Friends.

 

Photo taken while watching a hawk eat a cotton tail rabbit.  I am in the house watching through the living room window.  To see other photos and read the blog about this series of photos (if friends on Muzenews or Multiply)

Raptors & the Cotton Tail on Multiply 

Raptors and the cottontail on Muzenews

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Lynda's Images & Words # 197 Ingenious Inventions

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Images And Words Week 197 - Ingenious Inventions

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As soon as I saw the theme, I know I wanted to go way out of the box with posting for Images and Words and hope I didn't break too many rules as it as been a long time since I read them.

 

 

 I love modern inventions and I love camping with the horses and trail riding but I'm spoiled and don't "rough it".  So here's how we camp.  A living quarters horse trailer.  It has a 14' short wall complete self contained camper with all the luxuries of home plus 4 horse stalls and several tack storage areas.  31' long not counting the "nose" and 8' wide.  The trailer barely fits under a 12' over head door and getting saddles on and off the saddle rack can be a problem, especially for short old ladies like myself.  The following video shows an Ingenious Invention that makes that task easy.  

 

And I kept thinking about the George Jones song.  Hi Tech Redneck.  I don't consider myself a red neck but I'm country to the bone. 

 

I hope my entry this week brought a smile to your face.  Can't wait for camping season to start again.  So tired of the cold and the wind. 

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Lynda's Images & Words 196 Statues

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Images & Words #196 - Statues

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Artist: Marty Robbins
Song: The Strawberry Roan  
Album: Gunfighter Ballads & Trail Songs

I was hangin' 'round town, just spendin' my time
Out of a job, not earnin' a dime
A feller steps up and he said, "I suppose
You're a bronc fighter from looks of your clothes."
"You figures me right, I'm a good one." I claim
"Do you happen to have any bad ones to tame?"
Said "He's got one, a bad one to buck
At throwin' good riders, he's had lots of luck."

I gets all het up and I ask what he pays
To ride this old nag for a couple of days
He offered me ten; I said, "I'm your man,
A bronc never lived that I couldn't span."
He said: "Get your saddle, I'll give you a chance"
In his buckboard we hopped and he drives to the ranch
I stayed 'til mornin' and right after chuck
I stepped out to see if this outlaw can buck.

Down in the horse corral standin' alone
Is an old Caballo, a Strawberry Roan
His legs are all spavined, he's got pigeon toes
Little pig eyes and a big Roman nose
Little pin ears that touched at the tip
A big 44 brand was on his left hip
U-necked and old, with a long, lower jaw
I could see with one eye, he's a regular outlaw.

I gets the blinds on 'im and it sure is a fright
Next comes the saddle and I screws it down tight
Then I steps on 'im and I raises the blinds
Get outta the way boys, he's gonna unwind
He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings, for to be on the fly
He turns his old belly right up to the sun
He sure is a sun-fishin', son-of-a-gun.

He's about the worst bucker I've seen on the range
He'll turn on a Nickel and give you some change
He hits on all fours and goes up on high
Leaves me a spinnin' up there in the sky
I turns over twice and I comes back to earth
I lights in a cussin' the day of his birth
I know there are ponies that I cannot ride
There's some of them left, they haven't all died.

I'll bet all my money, the man ain't alive
That'll stay with Old Strawberry
When he makes his high dive.