Busy days here on the Figure 8. The first order of business has been to compile an accurate BDA (Battle Damage Assessment) following a series of snowstorms that camped over Central Oregon in late February and early March. So far the damage has been significant. Both the turkey and chicken pens collapsed under the weight of snow. The birds are fine because when there is 3 feet of snow on the ground they don’t come out of the henhouse. They are uppity that way. The pens have wire over the top to keep out the various raptors and other critters that would like to eat them, which ends up serving as a kind of snow-basket, which leads to collapse. Also, we have leaks in the master bedroom ceiling, again, which is a result of ice-dams that are proving almost impossible to prevent due to the pitch of the roof and my declining interest in rooftop alpine adventures in the midst of a blizzard. And I’m running low on hay for the horses, which is made more difficult to bring in because the road to the barn is mostly impassible. The upside is that clearing the road means more sexy-time on the tractor.
But what I really want to share with you all is that my book: The Bunkhouse Chronicles: Field Notes from the Figure 8 Ranch, is approaching release. In addition to shoring up the turkey pen I’ve been finishing the last (please God) edits and final touches, and hope to have the book available in short-order. Here is a sneak peek of the cover, designed by the very talented Lynn Woodward:
This book is a collection of essays and columns I’ve written over the last several years, some of which have appeared in this forum, and some pieces that have appeared elsewhere. The reviews have been generous, and I hope you will give it a read. The book will be available via most of the normal channels, including Amazon and Barnes and Noble, although I would encourage you to engage your local bookstore by ordering it through them, or directly from Smoke Creek Press.
Jim, who was kind enough to write a forward for the book, has also pledged to help me rebuild the bird pens when the snow finally melts. Late, hard winters can drive a man to want — very badly — to hit things with a hammer.
Until next week.