Sunday Stills: Water Towers or Grain Silos

We don't exactly have water towers here in my ghost town (or grain silos, either), a place that is ultimately all about cool, clear water--but I hope you'll enjoy this brief history of our water storage through the colorized photos I took today. It's 106 degrees today and I'm drinking lots of water!

The river water is so clear, you can see to the bottom of a 20 foot swimming hole.

In 1868 pioneers dug a ditch (otherwise known as an acequia) eight miles long, diverting water from the river to irrigate 800 acres of farm land. They originally named the town "The Ditch" which prevailed until a post office was opened about seven years later, when it was named after the river: Rio Frio.

The ditch ran for over 100 years. Now it is dry, but locals whose property it crosses must pay the state a water use right. Go figure.

Many of us living on the original plots have hand dug pioneer wells. This is one of my favorites--with a classic wishing well look--since it still has the wood to throw a bucket over. They are all about 40-50 feet deep, through solid limestone, sized just wide enough for a man to swing a pick axe.

Most of the houses built in the 1800's had spring houses. You could say these were private water towers, but also refrigerators. The water was stored on top, and a room was built below where food was kept. The soil is too rocky here for building a cellar, and the water is much cooler than the ground.

Old timers remember playing in them as children, because it was the coolest place around in the days before electricity and air conditioning came to the canyon.

Some folks still use windmills to pump their water. It's a beautiful way to harness the wind. I wish we had one.

This is our well house, with an electric submersible pump. (There's a better photo on this previous post showing the beautiful door). The pioneer hand dug well is behind it, covered with a large iron trap door secured with large rocks and a tangle of vines for good measure. The well service company told me if I liked the way my water tasted, I should never look in the well, as I would likely see hundreds of crickets or the occasional unfortunate squirrel.

Of course, I had to look. It's about a 4 x 4 foot hole through 40 feet of solid rock terminating in a little cavern where the water flows through it. Just like a river.

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Love is Apparently Not Blind

Elvis figures out how to roost. He had to lose the blue suede shoes first.

Since moving the older chickens to the coop, some of the young 'uns in our bathtub have figured out they can jump out. I began to wonder if I couldn't just start sneaking them into the new coop instead of moving them into the newly vacated bathroom.

First, I started with the young Silver Laced Polish, the only other one being Elvis. Because Elvis hasn't crowed or been in fisticuffs with the other roosters, I was beginning to wonder if he was a she.

But the moment the younger one entered, he did a double-take. Which was pretty funny with that big pouf on his head. He rushed over, then twisted his neck so he could see her eye to eye. Then he circled her, and gave her a wing and a peck, thus claiming her for himself. No one challenged. I thought it was very interesting he recognized her as his type of gal.

A little later, I brought over the young Buff Laced Polish, who was instantly recognized by the older one we named Little Bird (after our other hen Big Bird), who ran over to "groom" her new charge. I'm thinking they are both female, because there was no flirting. We are calling her Little Bitty Bird. I think she looks like Woodstock from Peanuts.

Pressing my luck, I brought over a Gold Laced Polish hen. Avelino, the Gold Laced Polish head-honcho rooster, strutted over like a pirate (he reminds us of Johnny Depp in Pirates of the Caribbean), circled her with the drama of a toreador with his wing down like a cape, and gave her a peck.

Everything was bliss between the all the "couples" and the rest of the flock. Breeds do recognize their own. How hunky dory!

That is, until Geno the Buttercup, Bruno the Brabanter, Marco the Marans, and Otto the Spitzhauben all decided this hen was the most beautiful they had ever seen. (Well, she is beautiful!) So, now I know it's go for your own breed, unless a real hottie shows up.

Introducing...Angelina.

You can only imagine what happened next. The biggest free-for-all between the roosters busted out, and the hens all started running around like the sky was falling, and everyone was chasing or being chased, and pecking or being pecked, and some chairs got busted, and whiskey bottles crashed over combs, and when the shots rang out the piano player jumped behind the roosts...

Anyway, I had to bring Angelina back to the tub. Sigh. She is looking over a contract for the cover of Cosmo as we speak.

Coop Move-in Day!

Today Farmer Rick finished the main coop, and got it ready for move-in!


He brought over Avelino, the head rooster, a Gold Laced Polish, for a quality control inspection.

Avelino is named after a young budding rock guitarist that accompanied his foster mom to pick up the Rhode Island Red roosters we did not order. They are some nice folks I met through Freecycle. I could instantly see the hair style resemblance and decided the name was perfect.

After passing inspection, we moved the rest of the flock over. While the bedding was fresh, I put up my feet so the chickens could feel safe while exploring their new home.

Here's the feeding and watering station.

FR whipped up this roost before sunset, and Zena is checking it out.

Now we can celebrate having our bathroom back. Here's to finishing the first phase of the coop! And guess what we're using for the toast...

...none other than Rex-Goliath, the Giant 47 Pound Rooster Chardonnay!

Sunday Stills: Silhouettes

This is a photo of the historic school ruins taken from my prairie at sunset.

This one was taken of my husband at a rock shelter pointing out Indian pictographs on the Devil's River.

This Middle Eastern teapot was found in an old barn, and has been the subject of many of my paintings. I like how it looks against the lace curtain.

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Surprise!

This morning I went out to fill the bird feeder and when I reached up under the squirrel guard...

I was introduced to some new residents who didn't like my intrusion.

Fortunately I was only stung once on my ring finger, which now looks like a small sausage. Unlike the bee, yellow jackets are capable of stinging many times, so I count this as a warning.

I am pretty lenient in letting nature's creatures set up house where ever they want outside. Predatory wasps kill a lot of bad bugs and help in pollination. Often times they will recognize the human inhabitants as they come and go and leave them alone (but beware the visitor!) However, in this case, I must reach under here every day to fill the feeder, so unfortunately this nest will need to be removed. By Farmer Rick.

Coop Roof Compromise and Some Details

After the framing for the temporary shed roof started going up, I started liking it more than my original vision of a salt box gable roof. I couldn't see putting Farmer Rick through building, then ripping off, a perfectly good shed roof and then having to build all those trusses.

There comes a time for compromise...like when your bathroom is filled with nearly full grown chickens!


Right before the roof went on both of us realized we'd forgotten an important detail--the overhang on two of the sides. So Farmer Rick added the supports with some Simpson Tie joist hangers. If you haven't discovered the wonders of the Simpson Ties hardware line, you should check their products out. The system combined with wood is like tinker toys for grown ups and can be easily reused, lending to their recycle-ability. They also ensure a strong connection.

The windows and vents give the coop lots of natural light and ventilation.

The shed roof is only a little higher on one end, to shed rain away from the front.

We'll need to support this end with posts once it's got the weight of roofing.

Looks a little Frank Lloyd Wright Prairie style from down in the creek. Will look awesome clad in some recycled lumber.

The coop is nicely sited to be shaded at the right times, making it fairly passive solar. The only thing that could have been better was if this live oak was a deciduous tree to let in more light in the winter. That gray stuff in the oak branches is ball moss, which is epiphytic, like an orchid, drawing its nutrients from the air, not the tree.

I won these antique barn hinges in an online auction for .99 cents. Can't beat that!

The door threshold has been installed. Unfortunately we will have to sweep and mop to get the mud from last week's downpour off the floor.

Here the plywood roofing foundation has been nailed down.

And the last window installed.

The recycled tin roofing has been nailed to the plywood. This would make a nice deck with a view of the hills. We will have to research how to do this.

Since we haven't found an antique hasp latch, we spray painted a new one. We use dog leash clasps during the day, and locks at night, figuring raccoons can't use keys. I hope we are not wrong.

There is no plumbing on this side of the creek. FR drilled a hole through the wall and put a small segment of garden hose with an on/off valve so we can fill the chicken waterer daily from inside the coop.


Next will be building the roosts and hanging the feeder, and other small details. We will hopefully move the larger chickens out tomorrow!

Space Alien Stick Invasion

I'll take care of that pesky monster for you!