It is about to get to be spring here in this neck of the woods. I actually thought about digging around out there to see if I can find my crocus. I love spring! My little acre here in the foothills is soon going to be covered with goat heads. Do not let them fool you with that notion that geese eat goat heads, because they do not. I have read that if I take baby geese and pen them up and feed them nothing but goat heads they will eat them, but my geese are so old and tough you could not even eat the gravy off of them, and I know you can not teach an old dog new tricks and the same goes double for a goose!
I have gotten 4 goose eggs so far this month. I sent the first two to Andrea in California. Thought I had them packed pretty well. First I put them in a box with 200 pounds of side wall strength. Packed them in bubble wrap before putting them inside. I did not mark them fragile as this is a red flag to the post office workers! Then I put that box inside another box. One was completely broken and the other cracked. I had told the lady at the counter that there were two raw goose eggs inside, which I think was my mistake. I expect as soon as I left she took the package to the back and hollered "Heads up Johnny! Got goose eggs here!" and lobbed the box across the warehouse to Johnny who then went out for the touchdown.
So I found out those two were shot and this time I packed each egg in a separate box after double wrapping them in bubble wrap. Then I padded the box with the large bubble wrap and fitted them all around with more bubble wrap. I left it rounded on the top so nothing could be set on top of it and slapped my label on, wrote "fragile" in red marker every where there was a place to write it and kissed it goodbye and wished it well.
Now if this does not work I am going to try UPS and see how that goes. Right now I am watching a seed catcher try to make it's way to a lady in Canada. It left customs on February 20 and is "in transit". I love this selling on ebay, but it seems like the more I pay for postage, the less I get in service. I sent towels to Austrailia after I mailed the seed catcher and she has already received them and left feedback. Amazing!
But back to the Spring time thing here in the Rockies. I know that means nothing. Two days ago we had a blizzard. Today it will be almost 70 and I think we have another blizzard coming Saturday or Sunday. And they all say, "We need the moisture!" And I say, "Hey, rain is moisture and I do not have to shovel it!"
It was so simple back in Kansas. We planted our potatoes on St. Patrick's Day. I think out here they plant on Good Friday. It really is no never mind, because I always dig mine up way to early any way and only wind up with a little hand full. I love to go back to Kansas the end of March cause it seems like the Lilacs are blooming and the trees are leafing out and Tulips and Daffodils every where. I just love Spring. When I go there and then come back here then I get to enjoy spring twice!
But I can not go again this year cause I have to gather the goose eggs or I will have babies and that is not good. I keep saying that when Goosie dies, I will get rid of the flock, but then Goosie has a husband and son that will need taken care of. (Just ended that sentence with a preposition which I hate to do, but seemed no way around it.) Somebody suggested I just chop their heads off and call it good. Bastard!
Off to a sewing class today. I am going to learn to make a cup cake pot holder at Sprinkles. Now I know how to do about anything that can be sewed, but it is rather a social thing. It is only two hours and we will have fun. And then I will come home and hopefully do something!
Have a good one.
I have gotten 4 goose eggs so far this month. I sent the first two to Andrea in California. Thought I had them packed pretty well. First I put them in a box with 200 pounds of side wall strength. Packed them in bubble wrap before putting them inside. I did not mark them fragile as this is a red flag to the post office workers! Then I put that box inside another box. One was completely broken and the other cracked. I had told the lady at the counter that there were two raw goose eggs inside, which I think was my mistake. I expect as soon as I left she took the package to the back and hollered "Heads up Johnny! Got goose eggs here!" and lobbed the box across the warehouse to Johnny who then went out for the touchdown.
So I found out those two were shot and this time I packed each egg in a separate box after double wrapping them in bubble wrap. Then I padded the box with the large bubble wrap and fitted them all around with more bubble wrap. I left it rounded on the top so nothing could be set on top of it and slapped my label on, wrote "fragile" in red marker every where there was a place to write it and kissed it goodbye and wished it well.
Now if this does not work I am going to try UPS and see how that goes. Right now I am watching a seed catcher try to make it's way to a lady in Canada. It left customs on February 20 and is "in transit". I love this selling on ebay, but it seems like the more I pay for postage, the less I get in service. I sent towels to Austrailia after I mailed the seed catcher and she has already received them and left feedback. Amazing!
But back to the Spring time thing here in the Rockies. I know that means nothing. Two days ago we had a blizzard. Today it will be almost 70 and I think we have another blizzard coming Saturday or Sunday. And they all say, "We need the moisture!" And I say, "Hey, rain is moisture and I do not have to shovel it!"
It was so simple back in Kansas. We planted our potatoes on St. Patrick's Day. I think out here they plant on Good Friday. It really is no never mind, because I always dig mine up way to early any way and only wind up with a little hand full. I love to go back to Kansas the end of March cause it seems like the Lilacs are blooming and the trees are leafing out and Tulips and Daffodils every where. I just love Spring. When I go there and then come back here then I get to enjoy spring twice!
But I can not go again this year cause I have to gather the goose eggs or I will have babies and that is not good. I keep saying that when Goosie dies, I will get rid of the flock, but then Goosie has a husband and son that will need taken care of. (Just ended that sentence with a preposition which I hate to do, but seemed no way around it.) Somebody suggested I just chop their heads off and call it good. Bastard!
Off to a sewing class today. I am going to learn to make a cup cake pot holder at Sprinkles. Now I know how to do about anything that can be sewed, but it is rather a social thing. It is only two hours and we will have fun. And then I will come home and hopefully do something!
Have a good one.
