I volunteered at a local farm last weekend during the 40-farm Piedmont Farm Tour. I had planned on taking the Pony out to the farm and then bringing it over to our place afterwards, but it was cold and rainy the entire day I was out there, so the Pony never made that trip. I spent an afternoon on the farm guiding people around, making sure they saw all that the farm had to offer, fielding questions and for some time, manning the gate to the “pet the animals” pen. Every time someone went in or out, the dang goats would try to get out of the pen. Both kinds of kids were very cute and and it was a fun day. I’ve shared the next picture with some of you already, but for those who missed it, what follows is a shot of a dozen green eggs I got at the farm.
These eggs come from a breed of chicken called an Americana. Instead of serving them with Dr. Seuss’s ham, we had them with “blue” berry pancakes, a colorful and delicious meal.
When the rain cleared out, I started looking for a day when I could hire a “tilt-back” and have the Pony hauled from Gene’s back to our house for a while. We’ve got a block party coming up, and I thought folks would get a kick out of seeing the Pony in a relatively complete state. I called Gary Talbert, the same driver who helped me get the Pony out of the woods almost five years ago. When we talked and I explained who I was, he still remembered clearly our struggle to wrangle the Pony out of the deep woods that day in the summer of 2010. Well, this trip went a lot easier, and within the space of an hour, the Pony had made the five mile trip to my house and was ensconced in his new “stall.”
Since Gary handled both the move out of the woods and this move home, I thought it would be appropriate to make a little slide show of both trips. Gene took the recent photos at his house, and Cindy took the ones at our end.
You probably didn’t notice it, but when Gary tightened down the Pony to the bed of the truck he did it by putting belts around the wheels. He said he usually reserves that technique for Porshes and other high-end autos, but out of respect for my fine paint job, the Pony got the “high-end” treatment too.
The fit in our garage was a lot better than I had thought. I had prepared by moving things around a bit, but now as you see, I’ve just got what son Andy calls “your standard one car, one Pony garage.” The Pony felt a little out of sorts being in his new environment, but as soon as I turned on The Classical Music Station (that Gene always had playing in his garage) the old boy calmed right down.
I’ve prepared the neighbors around here by sending out an email warning them that they will be seeing a new vehicle in the neighborhood. I sure wouldn’t want our newly rejuvenated Community Watch group to call the police on us!
In other Pony news, its been a long struggle, but the long-sought-after draw bar is on it’s way to me via UPS as I type this. I feel justified in using that word, struggle, because of the many emails, phone calls, tractor forum posts and some stupid decision making that have been involved over the months. One of those decisions involved buying a totally useless Allis Chalmers draw bar which doesn’t even fit the Pony. The lesson learned? Don’t believe anything anyone says on Ebay. By the way, I’m not putting that $100 in the Cost-O-Meter, as I optimistically expect to resell it to some AC lover. I’ll keep you all posted on the restoration of the draw bar, which will begin with a trip out to Siler City to visit the “messing with mules” sandblaster guy…always a fun trip.
I would be remiss if I did not take this opportunity to thank my good friends, Gene and Lynne for being so sweet to the Pony and me for all these years. You folks are just great! And don’t worry, the Pony already misses the hills and woods out at Wolf’s Pond, so I’m sure he’ll want to get back out there.
And finally, I got the sad news yesterday that The Idiotic Brother’s cat, Cruzy, has passed on to “kitty heaven.” This is for you Cruzy.
The best kind of cat is the one that picks you,
It can push all your buttons with a mew.
Was it just the soft fur,
Or maybe the purr?
Oh so many years shared, but too few.
Thanks for waiting so long for this post and for reading it too.
Happy Mothers Day, Mom, and to all the other moms out there.