Give Them What They Like….

I have always fancied myself to be quite the political commentator. Emphasis on Tators, cause I like them so much. I noticed from my 2012 Blog Review from WordPress, that I had a bunch of folks visit my Hillbilly Haven. What really stands out is the fact that the most popular post are NOT my cunning, in-depth, globe changing political observations, but my “others”. My animal, farm, beer,( I get this), random thoughts, and general B.S. post. So this has started my tiller blades rotating: Maybe most folks are just as tired as a tick on a lazy mutts butt of politics and the jabbering jackasses we elect into office? Just maybe it makes for a better day to hear about how a young Hillbilly decided it was O.K. to drink out of an irrigation canal cause there was no dead stuff floating in it! Plus, if it was goods enough for my dog and cows, it was plenty good enough for me.

I might just give up, set down, and pass around a ton of coolies to everyone for now on. I have as many stories as there are Keystone Lights in the country. I figure I can tell my stories, and just forget about all the stuff that is wrong in this country, and around the world, at least according to me, and just ride ou the next 40 years or so with a smile on my face, a beer in my hand, and dispensing the Hillbilly Round-Up on every fence post, and weed, in the back yard.

2012 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

4,329 films were submitted to the 2012 Cannes Film Festival. This blog had 26,000 views in 2012. If each view were a film, this blog would power 6 Film Festivals

Click here to see the complete report.

The Turkey Whisperer

Sleeping with Jenny’s and Jake’s. I am talking turkeys here. One summer my dad decided we were going to fill the freezer with turkey meat. So he purchased around 20 of the little dumb critters. Yes, turkeys are dumb, but some of the tamest things with a beak and feathers. We kept them in one of the hen houses, and one morning we noticed there were a few missing, though some of their feathers remind. It did not take long to figure that there was a stray feline, or two, serving themselves up a fresh, hot turkey sammich. Of course, there was only one course of action: Flop down an old mattress, and a young Hillbilly in the middle of the hen-house during the night. So around 9pm, and snuggly wrapped in a musty old blanket, I was sleeping with the Jenny’s and Jake’s.

I must say, there were quiet birds at night, but I found out that they were curious as all get out. I awoke not much after the day’s first light. I had the feeling of not only being watched, but being pinned down. Probably like Gulliver felt with all those super midget’s who tied him down. Upon further review, I had every darn turkey either on the mattress, standing, or sitting on me. Not making a sound, but staring. Kind of like Hitchcock’s The Birds….but more like The Shortbus version. This went on for over a week, till the cats stopped sammich shopping. Those darn birds grew up, and then filled up the freezer. I will tell you what we did with the innards of those turkeys another day.