Thanks Golfer Bob!
I’ve been seeing Salamanders around the last couple of years, and I love it. Cool little animals.
Like they say on one of those HGTV shows,
They Have Good Bones.
I especially love the Crucible.
Yes, they are fun little guys!
About snakes ~ I know you’ve got Copperheads, and Timber Rattlers, among orhers, but we have no venomous serpents up here. I used to battle Copperheads seemingly daily when I lived in the Ozarks, and between them and the Scorpions, they kept me watchful.
I love snakes in my garden, Garters usually, but once in awhile, a big Fox Snake. Since they eat the rodents that can really cause damage, I encourage the snakes, by trying to create habitat for them ~ rockpiles, etc.
Primble River and Cattaraugus River, huh?
Which is the tributary of the other?
Well, you said it, so DITTO!
A lovely wife who likes knives and can bake ~ home run, Josh
Great knife to travel with! You should post more often.
No, do not stop, Harry! Working around the vast compound keeps your joints lubricated and your muscles strong. At least that’s what I tell myself.
Even though one of the Belvidere Dads told me we might get snow this weekend, I think you’re safe to remove the snow plows.
My next door neighbor was out cutting grass yesterday!
Lovely selection.
Thanks, Bart. I can’t help myself, but will try to not derail the Totin thread.
Too much, at least.

Dig the Ancient Barlow.
I’m curious how you cut the beads… Dremel? Small lathe?
Nice knife. No, very nice.
I’m always distracted by your beautiful wood in your photos, Ed.
Quite a handsome knife.
You betcha! As soon as I finish the bathroom remodel ~ by today/tomorrow hopefully~ and get caught up with garden chores, LOL, I will renew my license, and hit the river with my fish knife in my pocket.
We have similar learner’s permit requirements, which seem to be quickly forgotten. During the height of the Covid freakout, our Sheriff’s Dept. seemed to give up on routine traffic enforcement, and the drivers went wild. Speed limits are now meaningless.
Picture cruising on a mostly deserted country road with the cruise control set about 3 over the speed limit, with a moron (usualy young female) riding your butt like a remora on a shark’s hind end. I’d like to do a brake check to get her off my a**, but don’t. I do gradually slow down to wake her up…
My knees are my weak link, probably from all the kneeling I did at the farm and in my garden. I couldn’t have anything to do with age, could it?
Yesterday, all the planting I did was sowing standing up. The peas and pelleted spinch seeds fell right on target, but the tiny lettuce seeds kept drifting in the breeze.

The Ulster in a fine choice, Jer.
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It was only a few $ more to get one big enough to set up grow racks, and a little work table, as well as stash my tools.