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Fishing and Farming
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Well, my computer broke down around the first of
so I haven't posted anything until now (April 2). I am too far
to write much about the photos. I'll just tell you when and where
mostly. Once I'm caught up maybe I'll go back and fill in
Monday, March 3, early at BiCentennial Mall. Gulls are circling
an ascending spiral. Never knew they did it.
March 3. Squirrels eating young buds at BiCentennial.
Tuesday, March 4. Wet and drizzly morning at Bells Bend Park.
I saw several herds of deer. Some with 15-20 in them.
It was very wet and the tracks were everywhere.
Thursday, back at Shelby Bottoms. Cold and frost on these
Saturday, March 8. Snow started last night and by morning we had
three inches on the deck.
By Saturday afternoon most of the snow was gone. Only in
Tuesday, March 11, at Shelby Bottoms. Another hard frost.
An angry sunrise.
Thursday, March 13, at SB. Cold and clear, but not
You can see how much pollution the air craft contribute to the problem.
On the brighter side, I got behind a happy guy on my way to the Y.
Friday, March 14. The mesclum mix is coming up, despite the
The Japanese magnolia spits in the eye of cold weather. It defies
Sunday, March 16. Too windy to fish, so I made a gate for the
The final link in the baby pen chain. While we can move the gate
we won't have to unless we have a party.
Adults can step over. Baby can't. Took a lot of thinking and
at possible solutions to come up with this one.
Tuesday, March 18. Saw the first courting Towhee singing his
Visited the footbridge over the Cumberland from Shelby Bottoms to Two
Park. It's not open yet, but at 6:30am there is no one to say,
I've been told the cables are for show. However, they look pretty
substantial to me and I expect they are a real contributor to the
of the whole.
This hill lets wheel chairs climb gradually. The pit the dirt
from is a nice lake.
These cables aren't just for show.
On the Two Rivers side the path from the tunnel to the bridge was
rock and mud. But by March 29 the asphalt was down. Grand
should be soon.
February 25-March 2
Well, it's been warm and cold and warm again this week. Monday it
was warm and rainy. Tuesday it was really warm and misty at
Bottoms. The frogs were singing their little hearts out.
it snowed all day with not much accumulation on the roads but plenty in
the woods and in the garden. Friday it rained some and was
up and Saturday I worked outside in a light shirt and Sherry and I sat
out on the deck later on until the sun went behind the bluff across the
river. March finally made it. Daylight savings time comes
next Sunday. Hot Damn! Spring is almost here.
Here are our first buttercups and some tulips from Ginger.
Here is the garden Wednesday when I went to the car. I had no
driving, but my two yoga students at St. Ann's decided not to chance
By Thursday the snow was over and a cold front with a harsh north wind
was here freezing my hands painfully until the sun came up. The
was very thick.
This little diving duck had the half frozen pond to himself.
At the pavilion snow had covered part of the deck and a curious bird
checked it out before I got there.
When the sun finally got up good my hands started to thaw out and
got a lot better.
Saturday was warm and nice. I started on the baby guard project
using 1/4" poly vinyl rope with 3" openings. The space at the
will get another 2 x 4.
I used 1 1/4' staples and pulled it tight with a winch.
No, not the wench you are thinking of. This is a "come along
that my daddy left me. It is extremely handy for many things,
getting baby barriers tight.
Saturday night we went to The French Quarter on Woodland Street to see
Tom Pallardy's band. They were great. The place was packed
and everyone was having fun.
Our neighbor Billy Anderson played a mean keyboard.
Ginger and I cut a rug. Sherry took the photo. I am feeling
no pain, yet. That came Sunday morning. Oh, well.
Well, I didn't get any photos this week until Thursday. On
it was cold and raining at BiCentennial Mall, so I went early to the
On Tuesday I waited until 7am to leave, since Sherry had been throwing
up all night and I wanted to see if I could do anything for her before
I left. Thursday it was cold and windy at SB, but I made a decent
walk. Saturday Sherry and I went to Bells Bend Park and had the
viewing to ourselves. Saw two and heard more. Sunday I went
back to see if I could locate the Whooping Cranes that visit that
Bingo! Got over 200 shots, some half-way decent.
Thursday at SB a long blackbird kept me company. He was calling
in vain for a mate.
It was cold and dark until around 7:30 when the sun peeped through and
then went back to bed. Rain begin. I left.
I did check out the boat at the pond. Still there, but seems to
been tumbled downhill a bit. Maybe the wind. That is the
on his end and a rudder at the other.
Saturday Sherry and I went to Bell's Bend Park to try to locate the
where the woodcocks court. We weren't sure of the place, but had
a pretty good description. Not 400 yards from the parking lot
old barn sits on top of the hill. Just beyond it if where we
Before we located the birds, Sherry trudges gamely up the hill to try
listen for them. We heard a buzzing a lot like an insect, but it
was evidently the woodcocks. Then I saw on flying fast past me
past the barn.
We saw two woodcocks fly up from the creek bottoms and plop down in the
field below the barn. Then we saw one make a really spectacular
flight overhead to a great height. Couldn't hear any song
Later the other one flew, but not as high and he was soon gone for
unknown. It was almost full dark by then. Those are the lights of
the uncompleted visitor's center across the valley. We were cold,
but satisfied so we left for home.
I had heard the whooping cranes also visited that area. So Sunday
I went back and got lucky. Got a lot of photos, but not many were
I'm still learning to shoot photos with Sherry's spotting scope.
It was cold and cloudy. That may account for the blue glow above
There were two birds in the field. At one point they got pretty
but I had detached the camera. Naturally.
A cold and pale eye. They probably are descended from reptiles or
dinosaurs or fish or possibly republicans.
There were huge flocks of gulls farther out in the field and a large
of geese on the pond to the right.
Going home I stopped in the road to make this shot of part of a flock
40-50 turkeys. They were on the edge of the road in someone's
Game and fish did a great job.
ell, this is the third year when we have had snow in mid
I didn't have my camera with me on Wednesday when it was coming down,
it was Thursday when I finally got a photo of what was still
Some cold weather still to come, but I went ahead and planted some
Won't be long until Spring!
Tuesday morning it was fairly warm and raining at Shelby Bottoms.
Lots of water now, not like Summer and fall.
This mating pair of geese had the pond to themselves.
Way down the dam, back behind some bushes, someone had been boating and
fishing. Found a cork and stringer too.
Wednesday it snowed pretty hard, but most of it was gone by Thursday
I got to Shelby Bottoms. Just patches in the shade here and
This is the third straight year we've had snow near or on Valentine's
Thursday it was cold as heck. Had to keep walking fast.
Friday Becky and I were crossing the Shelby Street Bridge just as the
City Star came tooting in. Love to watch the train. Need to
ride it to Lebanon and back.
Saturday I got half the garden tilled when the tiller broke down.
It's getting old. Got enough done to plant some cold weather
however. That's last falls turnips on the left and the onions and
garlic to the center.
Put in two rows of beets, a row of mesclum mix, a row of spinach, half
a row each of experimental stuff--broccoli raab and celery. We
see if either of them do. Of course, this is only mid February,
all of this stuff may freeze.
Still alive from last fall's mesclum mix, this radiccio may actually be
edible. We will try it out next weekend.
Sunday morning it stormed and, although the rain stopped, the wind
Below Center Hill Dam I couldn't keep the boat in place. The
kept dragging. No fish biting either. Got this photo of a
where the wind was blowing the falls.
Well, it's been cold again and somewhat wet too. But the birds
starting to show signs of courting and it won't be too many weeks
Spring is blooming. Finally got the garden started for this
Still have turnips and garlic and onions from the fall planting, and
some of the lettuce will come back too. Won't be long before we
working in the dirt in earnest.
Tuesday water was to the top of the overflow at SB pond.
It has been draining out of the pond too.
The marshy ground is now part of the pond all the way to the asphalt
The saplings are in a foot of water and soon, I hope, the beavers will
be back to begin to harvest some.
Saw my first red winged blackbird Tuesday. Heard him first.
You can just make out the red on his shoulder.
Several bands of geese flew over while I was there.
Thursday I found this good deer track on the edge of the pond.
were several deer down here to drink.
Near the entrance these two males were playing court to the one female
mallard. Must be nice to have a choice.
Saturday was supposed to be warmer than Sunday, so I went up to Brush
and tried for crappie. This downed tree was an ideal spot, but
It wasn't very warm on the lake. A strong wind was blowing and my
little trolling motor just barely had enough juice to get me back to
put in. Not a great day, so I quit early and came home to do some
Sunday, I worked on the garden. First, I had to get the board
out. I washed the slugs, sow bugs, worms, and mud off the bottoms
and then stacked them to dry.
Next I spread the brown gold from Ned's cow barn over the entire
I'll till or dig it in later, when I'm ready to plant. After that
I can put the board pathways back in. First time I've fertilized
in two or three years, so the plants should really show the difference.
My truck held 4 of these 45 gallon trash cans full. I spread
and kept one for putting directly into the holes when I plant tomatoes
and other big plants.
January 22--February 3
Well, it has been cold and rainy and the photos have been sparse, so
covering more than one week here.
This is where the pond at SB drains. Water is at the top.
We celebrated our 43rd wedding anniversary with James, Travis, the
Ginger and Billy on the 26th. It was a delayed celebration but
of fun and good food.
Earlier that morning, Travis spotted this beautiful hawk in a tree
over our house. Got his shot through Sherry's spotting
Sent the photo to an expert and he said this is an accipter hawk, due
the long narrow tail. Could have been a Coopers Hawk, but the end
of the tail is squared, not rounded, so it's a Sharp Shinned
How about that!
One of the few at the dam below Center Hill on Sunday, the 27th.
He and I had it almost to ourselves.
This trout was, I believe, a cross between a brown and a rainbow.
Little canine teeth like a brown, but the rainbow stripe. Need to
look that up.
The big log is still there, but the crappie aren't.
On Monday, the 28th, I got within a few feet of this red tailed hawk
Tuesday at SB, three deer way across the misty field.
The buck stayed longest so the light was better.
Thursday and wet. Water all across the slough. A week or so
ago it was almost dry. That's ice along the edges.
February 2, Saturday, and I decided to give James a load of flat rocks
for his birthday present. Man, what a dumb idea. The rocks
at the bottom are no good. You get the flat ones up in the woods
at the top of the bluff. Then you roll them down and hope they
Some of the big ones had to be rolled to the truck and flopped in over
the tail gate. I'm lucky to have made it without a hernia.
Anyhow, James was pleased.
Sunday seemed like a good day for fishing, so I went to Fall Creek on
Priest. Water was very clear, but no fish.
Couldn't ask for a smoother lake, but the fish had lock jaw.
Oh well, maybe next week.
Well, on Tuesday I finally got
about 30 minutes late, but made it to Shelby Bottoms. It was very
crisp and frosty. The pond is way up, which is good, but no ducks
or beavers or otters. So I just walked. On Thursday it had
warmed up a little to around 35 degrees so instead of frost it was
rain. The guys who empty the trash containers are tearing up the
grass paths so I guess I ought to complain to someone. Saturday
was really cold all day, so no chance to go fishing and Sunday was down
to 8 degrees when we got up. Tomorrow is MLK day, so no
It is also supposed to get up to 40. Fishing may be an
These colorful blackberry leaves were glittering in the dim light of
How much longer will they hang on?
The pond is back up to near capacity. The shoreline I was walking
not long ago is gone.
Here is where the outlet from the dam is. Another foot and water
won't stay in the pond at all.
The maintenance crew is using the grass walkways as a short cut between
trash containers. Not good.
There are lots of these blue bird houses along the walks. A big
swooped down and settled on this one just ahead of me on
Naturally it flew just as I finally got the camera out.
Lots of hawks passing through now. This may be the one I saw
Spotted two more before I left.
Saturday I spent part of the day learning how to hook up my camera to
spotting scope. Hello, Dove.
The Downy Woodpecker is pretty shy, but he darts in and gets his share
of the peanut butter when bigger birds, the mocking birds and
will let him.
Mother Cardinal isn't as shy as Papa Cardinal, so she is a frequent
Papa Cardinal is a good bit more jumpy than Mom, but in really cold or
snowy weather he will push right in there.
Little Miss Wren isn't scared of anything. She wastes more seed
any other. I think she is hoping to find a grub or insect
inside the feeder, so she keeps digging.
She does like the peanut butter, so she gets food too.
The Chickadees come and go so fast it's hard to get a shot. You
wish they'd hold still. Finally got this one shucking a seed he's
holding between his feet. Good trick! They, too, find the
butter yummy. All the birds do.
Finally, we have the Orks of the feeders--Starlings. I shoo them
off when I'm around, but it's pretty useless. The
minute I'm gone they are back in force. It was all started
by a fellow in colonial New York City who wanted a pair
of every bird mentioned in Shakespeare. All our billions of
destructive pests came from his escaped pair. So
I suppose we should really blame The Swan of Avon for mentioning the
damn birds in the first place. Bad, Bill, bad!
Well, I went down to Florida on
3 and on January 6 got a stomach virus that put me down for two days
several more of feeling weak and listless. But fun! No, not
much. It was good to get home and get back up to speed, which I
by the 12th. Thank you, Lord. It feels so good to be well!
Sand Hill Cranes on the way to Frank's from the airport. Ft.
had a record low of 30 degrees this morning. Frank said it didn't
hurt the oranges because it was windy, This evidently somehow
Frank has the greatest garage on earth. Bays for two tractors and
his truck in addition to a workshop and room for his old political
a bathroom. Wow.
This is at Bea's house Thursday evening where a joint birthday party
Bea and Uncle Nev was taking place. She is 95 and he is 96.
Above we have Uncle Nev, Frank, Uncle Nev's daughter (the Episcopal
Pat, and Bea.
Frank Jr's new baby, Mary Grace, looks remarkably like her pop did at
Mary Lee poses with Thomas Edison at Edison College on whose campus
the Barbara B. Mann Performing Arts Center, where we went Friday night
to wine and dine and skip the play, "White Christmas."
Big family photo session before the play in the garden. I spent
time taking shots of the beautiful koi in the pool.
Saturday we went out to Keri hunting camp. Fortunately it had
up so we didn't freeze. This big red shouldered hawk liked to sit
in a tree above camp and scream, "Keeee....Keeeee....Keeeeee...."
Got a shot of this big ibis near the pond at camp.
Lots of rain in December, so the woods were unusually wet. Linn's
jeep lost it's 4WD so he got stuck twice before giving up and going
to camp. He had to shuck down to his cute drawers to attach the
rope for us to pull him out with the swamp buggy when he tried to cross
Son of one of the members poses with his first 90 pound pig. His
brother, less wise, shot a huge boar which took three hours to
I'm sure he'll look for a smaller one next time.
Next morning, Sunday, Frank and I waited in an elevated stand from
sun rise. No turkeys, but we did see these three does. The
other one is in the high grass.
One of the plantings Pat has made. Pat is acknowledged the best hunter
of the lot, but doesn't take a gun any more. He'd rather putter
and do things like this, planting beans and peanuts that the game will
eat later. Sometimes he just strings up a hammock and takes a nap.
After about 15 tries I finally got a half way decent shot of a crab
a strange little guy with a hard crab like shell.
Another odd creature makes this strange cocoon from short twigs.
How does it get the last one in?
On the way into camp we disturb the black headed buzzards at work on
remains of the two pigs shot yesterday.
They didn't go far and were soon back at the trough.
Another group comes back to camp with nothing more than tales of missed
opportunities. Linn had earlier bagged the only turkey
out of this camp all season.
While waiting for our brunch we watched this palmetto bug, the florida
cockroach, get hotter and hotter. He finally decided to jump for
it and left a bit the worse for wear.
Back home Sunday afternoon and I went to bed and stayed most of two
It took a week to get completely back to normal. Some sort of
virus. Not pretty.
Tuesday evening on the Caloosahatchie with Frank and Mary. I
even up to casting a lure.
So I bid adieu to Sunny Florida. The river trip did me good and
pep me up for the flight home Wednesday.
Back home I felt good on Saturday and did a lot of chores that had
up. Sunday I fished for crappie at Fall Creek. The weather
was cold and sometimes threatening and dramatic, but no storms broke so
I managed to pull in 5 nice crappie before heading home.
Well, after dodging the sick
for a long time, Sherry and Richard were dragging about with
just in time for Christmas. Still we had plenty of company to
us up. Sister Ann came in from Maine, son Hanley and his wife,
came in from Lexington, daughter Travis with James and little Zinnia
down the street, Poncho, Rebeca, and Sebastian, friends of Travis and
came in from Berkeley, Heloise and Daniel, Sherry's kayaking friend and
her son, came from Murfreesboro, and friend Mabel dropped in from
Donelson. Plenty of excitement and presents and food and
By the time it was over Sherry and Richard had perked up and were
themselves along with everyone else!
Here we are assembled for the feast--a yummy country ham and all the
Poor Sherry with her cold did the major work helped greatly by Aunt
but Ann and James and Heloise all contributed wonderful side dishes and
deserts. The rest of us just enjoyed the feast!
The old Christmas tree frame straddles a new palm this
year. But the old familiar ornaments
are still there (minus one or two Zinnia examined too
closely). Featured are our treasured
cat ornaments made by James' wood carver mother,
Butterball and Epy are now playing little
golden harps in cat heaven, but they will live on for
a long time on our Christmas tree.
Poncho and Rebeca open their suprise crackers and don their
Sebastian examines his.
Daniel and Heloise ham it up for the photographer.
Sherry, Richard, and Ann mug it up as well.
Zinnia poses with mother and pop.
Here is an earlier photo of Natasha, Denile, and Hanley. The one
Grand Daddy took at dinner was blurred. Natasha was visiting in
but her parents were with us!
Mabel dropped in after having dinner with her family. She and
enjoyed comparing red dresses. Zinnia also highly admired Mabels
dangly ear rings.
Mr. Billy Sedberry
After Christmas I was still feeling about 70% of well,
I took the time to scan this photo of Mr. Billy Sedberry, a man I
and liked way back in the 60's, when Sherry and I were first
I worked at a place in Franklin called CPS Industries and one of my
was Zulieme Sedberry. When she found out I liked to hunt she said
I should meet her Father. I did and we got along famously.
He was convinced that I was a good shot because we went squirred
one day and I killed three and he only killed one. Since we were
using single shot Sheridan air rifles this was harder than it might
been with a .22 or shotgun. The reason I did well was I was so
on winning his praise that I did everything exactly right--waiting
just the right moment. Not growing impatient. The whole
Later we went dove hunting and I killed 12 out of a box of 25 shells,
several doubles. I never did anything like as well after and
will. I had taken several photos of Mr. Billy and when he died I
had the best enlarged and gave them to the family who framed them and
them there at the funeral. I think he was my mentor in hunting
fishing and a model of what I wished I could be.
The Sedberry house in Thompson Station was very
It was on top of a rocky hill and their water came from a
There were 40 acres around the house that Mr. Billy let me hunt.
He gave me a hand made fly rod which I still have. The handle is
of walnut. When Mr. Billy died he was sitting up reading an
His wife went to sleep and when she woke up in the morning he was still
in the chair with the book open on his lap. Who wouldn't choose
way to live and die? Here is an article that the Franklin paper
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