All,

If anyone wants Hickory wood I have two trees which fell during the storm. One is LARGE (about 2.5″) and the other is smaller (about 1.25″)    They actually fell across onto the yard adjacent to me.

You can have the wood IF you come and cut it up, haul it off, and clean up the associated limbs, branches, etc with the trees. and can do so in a reasonable amount of time.  I am looking for a total clean up of these two trees . I can do the stumps, and the other trees, and debris.

 If no one is interested I will work on it myself and use the firewood.  I worked on them a little today but it will be next weekend before I get to do any more.  Please call my cell 903-767-3049.  (9 am- 9:00 pm)

Greg Luchak

3036 Ridgetop

One of the things we enjoy most about living in Country Place are the wild animals. There is something very satisfying about watching a family of deer cross the road by our house, or admiring the variety of birds who show up at our feeders. John Vardeman and I were talking one morning recently about the two fox kits we’ve watched grow up this summer in the woods across the street. It’s been interesting to see them progress from clumsy attempts to catch field mice to serious hunters.

Yesterday morning as Kratos and I walked up to our house after our walk we were both startled by a loud bleating, like a kid goat caught in a barbed-wire fence, I remember thinking. Then we saw the big cottontail bounding in the tall grass across from our house, and right behind came one of the foxes in hot pursuit. To add to the drama, just as the rabbit passed the cedar tree a fawn jumped up and began running with the rabbit. After a moment the fawn came running back and proceeded to tear around a clearing two more times before disappearing into the woods.

We didn’t hear the rabbit again, and I’ve not gone down into the woods to see if there’s blood and fur on the ground. For some reason I’d like to think the rabbit found his den and escaped the fox, although I know there are plenty of rabbits and the fox has to eat. Better the rabbit than our cats, I reason.

A week ago I was driving home from a meeting and drinking a soda as I drove in on Big Timber. As I went down the hill to go over the bridge above Lake #1, I saw a blue-green sports car approaching from the other direction. As it drew closer, it began to drift into my lane and I saw a girl “texting” or dialing with her eyes on her phone. There was no time to honk, so I pulled as close to the railing as possible and at the last moment she looked up and swerved back into her lane. She missed me by inches.

Folks, this is a dangerous curve, and it isn’t helped much by all the vegetation growing out to the road on the southwest side of the bridge. I now keep one hand on my horn as I drive toward this area and keep a closer eye out for approaching cars. And if you happen to know the driver of this car, you might warn her about texting on this section of Big Timber.