In article ,
Buzzy wrote:

Carl 1 Lucky Texan wrote:
Somewhat off topic I know, still????

About 50 years ago I found a French knife about 14 inch in my Dad's
backyard where I dug/played. Still have it in my kitchen but I turned
it into a Chinese cleaver a mistake. This with well preserved wood and
carbon steel.

It takes an edge and is used almost daily.


Bill

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]John Bachman in :

Based on eBay prices I expect that I have 1
$1,000+ in marbles now.

someone really lost a lot of their marbles.


buzzy if u contact casio they might be able to give u the name of someone that
can replace that crystal for ya or they might do it themselves its well worth a
try. cyaaaaa, sockiescat .

Carl 1 Lucky Texan wrote:
Somewhat off topic I know, still????


Funny you should ask...

Last weekend I went to my lower mulch-making pile for the first time
this season. I was clearing out overgrown blackberry vines and a bunch
of other stuff.

My very old and sick cat went missing in October. She was 16 when we
she went missing and had been very ill. As an outdoor cat, I guess she'd
done the cat thing and snuck off to find a secluded place to die. Since
the house is pretty much a zoo, I'm not surprised she did it outside.

When she went missing we put up fliers and searched and searched, but I
knew it was pretty fruitless from the start given that a)she was old, b)
she was ill and c)she was just that kind of cat. However, I admit that
the not knowing what had happened to her was eating me up. How do you
decide when to stop looking?

When I found her, there was not much left but a bunch of fur and bones.
(It's been 5 months, after all). She'd crawled in between the wood of
the deck and I'd never have found her if I hadn't been standing eye
level to the deck and at about sunset when there's enough westerly light
to see inside.

I moved Windy's remains and planted her under a brand new Pieris
Japonica. I held my own personal service for her and told her what a
good kitty she'd been and how much I'd missed her. I had a flat out and
very manly cry in the middle of the back yard and buried the cat I got
when I was 11.

I guess that's not specifically 'digging something up' in the garden,
but it was certainly the most meaningful lost thing I've ever found
while gardening.

I'm new here and this is my first post, so hello to all and don't judge
me for telling the dead cat story on my first day!

-Jay

Jay expounded:

I moved Windy's remains and planted her under a brand new Pieris
Japonica. I held my own personal service for her and told her what a
good kitty she'd been and how much I'd missed her. I had a flat out and
very manly cry in the middle of the back yard and buried the cat I got
when I was 11.

Aw, Jay, that's so sad - but so nice to find her and be able to bury
her in a special place. At least you know she didn't get hit or
eaten. Sick cats often go off to die. Thank you for sharing your
story.
--
Ann, gardening in Zone 6a
South of Boston, Massachusetts
e-mail address is not checked
******************************

Jay wrote in news:rVcwh.833496$1T2.684840@pd7urf2no:

Carl 1 Lucky Texan wrote:
Somewhat off topic I know, still????


Funny you should ask...

Last weekend I went to my lower mulch-making pile for the first time
this season. I was clearing out overgrown blackberry vines and a bunch
of other stuff.

My very old and sick cat went missing in October. She was 16 when we
she went missing and had been very ill. As an outdoor cat, I guess
she'd
done the cat thing and snuck off to find a secluded place to die.
Since
the house is pretty much a zoo, I'm not surprised she did it outside.

When she went missing we put up fliers and searched and searched, but I
knew it was pretty fruitless from the start given that a)she was old,
b)
she was ill and c)she was just that kind of cat. However, I admit that
the not knowing what had happened to her was eating me up. How do you
decide when to stop looking?

When I found her, there was not much left but a bunch of fur and bones.
(It's been 5 months, after all). She'd crawled in between the wood of
the deck and I'd never have found her if I hadn't been standing eye
level to the deck and at about sunset when there's enough westerly
light
to see inside.

I moved Windy's remains and planted her under a brand new Pieris
Japonica. I held my own personal service for her and told her what a
good kitty she'd been and how much I'd missed her. I had a flat out and
very manly cry in the middle of the back yard and buried the cat I got
when I was 11.

I guess that's not specifically 'digging something up' in the garden,
but it was certainly the most meaningful lost thing I've ever found
while gardening.

I'm new here and this is my first post, so hello to all and don't judge
me for telling the dead cat story on my first day!

-Jay

Ah, you told that story wonderfully. You need to post more.

Toward the end of last year I lost two old barn cats (Mother and son) and
an old Yorkie that came to me as a stray, too. They're buried out beside
the barn. I'm trying to decide what to plant over them this year so that
they will remain undisturbed.

Ann wrote:
Jay expounded:

I moved Windy's remains and planted her under a brand new Pieris
Japonica. I held my own personal service for her and told her what a
good kitty she'd been and how much I'd missed her. I had a flat out and
very manly cry in the middle of the back yard and buried the cat I got
when I was 11.

Aw, Jay, that's so sad - but so nice to find her and be able to bury
her in a special place. At least you know she didn't get hit or
eaten. Sick cats often go off to die. Thank you for sharing your
story.

Exactly. It wasn't so much sad as it was a HUGE relief. I hated not
knowing what had happened to her - this way I could be sad and move on.
I was most worried that she'd ended up locked in someone's basement
somewhere or something and had starved to death. Hiding out in the
garden is a MUCH better way to have gone, IMO : )

-Jay

FragileWarrior wrote:
Jay wrote in news:rVcwh.833496$1T2.684840@pd7urf2no:

Carl 1 Lucky Texan wrote:
Somewhat off topic I know, still????

Funny you should ask...

Last weekend I went to my lower mulch-making pile for the first time
this season. I was clearing out overgrown blackberry vines and a bunch
of other stuff.

My very old and sick cat went missing in October. She was 16 when we
she went missing and had been very ill. As an outdoor cat, I guess
she'd
done the cat thing and snuck off to find a secluded place to die.
Since
the house is pretty much a zoo, I'm not surprised she did it outside.

When she went missing we put up fliers and searched and searched, but I
knew it was pretty fruitless from the start given that a)she was old,
b)
she was ill and c)she was just that kind of cat. However, I admit that
the not knowing what had happened to her was eating me up. How do you
decide when to stop looking?

When I found her, there was not much left but a bunch of fur and bones.
(It's been 5 months, after all). She'd crawled in between the wood of
the deck and I'd never have found her if I hadn't been standing eye
level to the deck and at about sunset when there's enough westerly
light
to see inside.

I moved Windy's remains and planted her under a brand new Pieris
Japonica. I held my own personal service for her and told her what a
good kitty she'd been and how much I'd missed her. I had a flat out and
very manly cry in the middle of the back yard and buried the cat I got
when I was 11.

I guess that's not specifically 'digging something up' in the garden,
but it was certainly the most meaningful lost thing I've ever found
while gardening.

I'm new here and this is my first post, so hello to all and don't judge
me for telling the dead cat story on my first day!

-Jay

Ah, you told that story wonderfully. You need to post more.

Toward the end of last year I lost two old barn cats (Mother and son) and
an old Yorkie that came to me as a stray, too. They're buried out beside
the barn. I'm trying to decide what to plant over them this year so that
they will remain undisturbed.

I'm sorry to hear about your animals....I sometimes think, though, that
barn cats have the greatest lives of all domesticated cats these days.
All the rats they can eat, a wheelbarrow tour of the property every
morning and night, in our case, an egg in the afternoon. Then they
pretty much get to do what they want the rest of the day and have lots
of space to do it in.

It's great too that you take in the strays. They're my favorites
because they're never so people oriented that you wonder how they got
born cats by mistake : )

By the way, am I correct in recognizing you from rec.eq?

I've been mostly lurking there for a few years but your name seems
familiar. From your other posts, I gather you have drafts and minis?
I've got an aging trakehner hothead named Bogart.

Pictured he http://www.flickr.com/photos/skcup/148575154/

-Jay

Jay wrote in
news:z2owh.836513$1T2.309219@pd7urf2no:

FragileWarrior wrote:
Jay wrote in
news:rVcwh.833496$1T2.684840@pd7urf2no:

Carl 1 Lucky Texan wrote:
Somewhat off topic I know, still????

Funny you should ask...

Last weekend I went to my lower mulch-making pile for the first time
this season. I was clearing out overgrown blackberry vines and a
bunch of other stuff.

My very old and sick cat went missing in October. She was 16 when
we she went missing and had been very ill. As an outdoor cat, I
guess
she'd
done the cat thing and snuck off to find a secluded place to die.
Since
the house is pretty much a zoo, I'm not surprised she did it
outside.

When she went missing we put up fliers and searched and searched,
but I knew it was pretty fruitless from the start given that a)she
was old,
b)
she was ill and c)she was just that kind of cat. However, I admit
that the not knowing what had happened to her was eating me up. How
do you decide when to stop looking?

When I found her, there was not much left but a bunch of fur and
bones. (It's been 5 months, after all). She'd crawled in between
the wood of the deck and I'd never have found her if I hadn't been
standing eye level to the deck and at about sunset when there's
enough westerly
light
to see inside.

I moved Windy's remains and planted her under a brand new Pieris
Japonica. I held my own personal service for her and told her what
a good kitty she'd been and how much I'd missed her. I had a flat
out and very manly cry in the middle of the back yard and buried the
cat I got when I was 11.

I guess that's not specifically 'digging something up' in the
garden, but it was certainly the most meaningful lost thing I've
ever found while gardening.

I'm new here and this is my first post, so hello to all and don't
judge me for telling the dead cat story on my first day!

-Jay

Ah, you told that story wonderfully. You need to post more.

Toward the end of last year I lost two old barn cats (Mother and son)
and an old Yorkie that came to me as a stray, too. They're buried
out beside the barn. I'm trying to decide what to plant over them
this year so that they will remain undisturbed.

I'm sorry to hear about your animals....I sometimes think, though,
that barn cats have the greatest lives of all domesticated cats these
days. All the rats they can eat, a wheelbarrow tour of the property
every morning and night, in our case, an egg in the afternoon. Then
they pretty much get to do what they want the rest of the day and have
lots of space to do it in.

It's great too that you take in the strays. They're my favorites
because they're never so people oriented that you wonder how they got
born cats by mistake : )

I inherited the mom and son from an elderly neighbor who was trying to
move them away from weaving in and out of her ankles everytime she went
outside. I was feeding them in her barn but they tracked me back to the
food source and ended up living in my barn for the last year. Just
before the cat-son died, he brought home a pair of kittens that looked
just like him. One left but one is still here so the cycle goes on.



By the way, am I correct in recognizing you from rec.eq?


Yep, until I couldn't stand the req anymore. I decided I had learned
from books so far and could continue to do so without the snarks.
Cripes, some of them don't even take a breath between shrieks of outrage.


I've been mostly lurking there for a few years but your name seems
familiar. From your other posts, I gather you have drafts and minis?
I've got an aging trakehner hothead named Bogart.

Pictured he http://www.flickr.com/photos/skcup/148575154/


Handsome boy! Looks like a youngster. My boys (and new mini girl) are
in the HORSES folder over at:
http://community.webshots.com/user/deerhnd

Well, for almost seven years (6 times longer than expected to live) we
had an opossum living in our brush pile out back. He was a big old
thing and would come out the same time every night, first sit in the
mesquite tree, then down to the sunflower seeds, then scouring the
entire garden for things to eat. I never minded and now and then he
had his armadillo friend join in the eats!

Last week my husband came in and said the opossum was very near the
house, about 10 feet from the back door, deceased. He must have just
died there. He had no attack or injury, but he lived much longer than
this animal normally lives in the wild...if you could call a cushy
brush pile with tons of food "wild."

So, my dear husband buried him. I asked him, where did you bury him?
He said, in the garden. Yow! So, I am fully prepared to forget by
spring and fork up the remains. It's just the cycle of life.
Everything dies eventually. Not spiritually, but all physical bodies
eventually die.

Victoria

See this one for found items

http://home.golden.net/~dhobson/conburied.htm

I dug up...

the femur of an animal (possibly a deer)
a rusted stop sign

In article ,
Phisherman wrote:

I dug up...

the femur of an animal (possibly a deer)
a rusted stop sign

A year ago I lost a gold chain bracelet - looked all over the place for
it. My wife was royally ****ed since she had paid $$$ for it, and later
she relented and bought me yet another one.

A couple weeks ago I was turning the compost pile and there it was!!!
The lost bracelet - gleaming as brightly as ever!

I debated several minutes as to whether or not to tell HER -- but I did
and all she did was laugh and comment, "You shouldn't wear your watch
and bracelet while doing yard work!!!" My answer is, "Why not? I found
it!" (heh!)

de

--
Everybody is right.
-Rochefoucault

I have an area sit aside in my garden for the cats that have crossed the
Rainbow Bridge and I take care of it. While some of them have not been mine,
but strays I tryed to help in their last days, I still cout myself as a cat
lover and care for them.


--
There are those who believe that life here, began out there, far across the
universe, with tribes of humans, who may have been the forefathers of the
Egyptians, or the Toltecs, or the Mayans. Some believe that they may yet be
brothers of man, who even now fight to survive, somewhere beyond the
heavens.


The Lone Sidewalk Astronomer of Rosamond
Telescope Buyers FAQ
http://home.inreach.com/starlord
Sidewalk Astronomy
www.sidewalkastronomy.info
The Church of Eternity
http://home.inreach.com/starlord/church/Eternity.html


"Jay" wrote in message
news:rVcwh.833496$1T2.684840@pd7urf2no...
Carl 1 Lucky Texan wrote:
Somewhat off topic I know, still????


Funny you should ask...

Last weekend I went to my lower mulch-making pile for the first time this
season. I was clearing out overgrown blackberry vines and a bunch of
other stuff.

My very old and sick cat went missing in October. She was 16 when we she
went missing and had been very ill. As an outdoor cat, I guess she'd done
the cat thing and snuck off to find a secluded place to die. Since the
house is pretty much a zoo, I'm not surprised she did it outside.

FragileWarrior wrote:
Jay wrote in
news:z2owh.836513$1T2.309219@pd7urf2no:

FragileWarrior wrote:
Jay wrote in
news:rVcwh.833496$1T2.684840@pd7urf2no:

Carl 1 Lucky Texan wrote:
Somewhat off topic I know, still????

Funny you should ask...

Last weekend I went to my lower mulch-making pile for the first time
this season. I was clearing out overgrown blackberry vines and a
bunch of other stuff.

My very old and sick cat went missing in October. She was 16 when
we she went missing and had been very ill. As an outdoor cat, I
guess
she'd
done the cat thing and snuck off to find a secluded place to die.
Since
the house is pretty much a zoo, I'm not surprised she did it
outside.

When she went missing we put up fliers and searched and searched,
but I knew it was pretty fruitless from the start given that a)she
was old,
b)
she was ill and c)she was just that kind of cat. However, I admit
that the not knowing what had happened to her was eating me up. How
do you decide when to stop looking?

When I found her, there was not much left but a bunch of fur and
bones. (It's been 5 months, after all). She'd crawled in between
the wood of the deck and I'd never have found her if I hadn't been
standing eye level to the deck and at about sunset when there's
enough westerly
light
to see inside.

I moved Windy's remains and planted her under a brand new Pieris
Japonica. I held my own personal service for her and told her what
a good kitty she'd been and how much I'd missed her. I had a flat
out and very manly cry in the middle of the back yard and buried the
cat I got when I was 11.

I guess that's not specifically 'digging something up' in the
garden, but it was certainly the most meaningful lost thing I've
ever found while gardening.

I'm new here and this is my first post, so hello to all and don't
judge me for telling the dead cat story on my first day!

-Jay
Ah, you told that story wonderfully. You need to post more.

Toward the end of last year I lost two old barn cats (Mother and son)
and an old Yorkie that came to me as a stray, too. They're buried
out beside the barn. I'm trying to decide what to plant over them
this year so that they will remain undisturbed.
I'm sorry to hear about your animals....I sometimes think, though,
that barn cats have the greatest lives of all domesticated cats these
days. All the rats they can eat, a wheelbarrow tour of the property
every morning and night, in our case, an egg in the afternoon. Then
they pretty much get to do what they want the rest of the day and have
lots of space to do it in.

It's great too that you take in the strays. They're my favorites
because they're never so people oriented that you wonder how they got
born cats by mistake : )

I inherited the mom and son from an elderly neighbor who was trying to
move them away from weaving in and out of her ankles everytime she went
outside. I was feeding them in her barn but they tracked me back to the
food source and ended up living in my barn for the last year. Just
before the cat-son died, he brought home a pair of kittens that looked
just like him. One left but one is still here so the cycle goes on.


That's pretty neat. All my animals are spayed/neutered so I wont get to
see any of their progeny but so it goes.


By the way, am I correct in recognizing you from rec.eq?


Yep, until I couldn't stand the req anymore. I decided I had learned
from books so far and could continue to do so without the snarks.
Cripes, some of them don't even take a breath between shrieks of outrage.


Heh. True enough. Reminds me of the horse communities in real life.
It's the reason I lurk on the NG and the same reason I stick to riding
the trails in the real world : )



I've been mostly lurking there for a few years but your name seems
familiar. From your other posts, I gather you have drafts and minis?
I've got an aging trakehner hothead named Bogart.

Pictured he http://www.flickr.com/photos/skcup/148575154/


Handsome boy! Looks like a youngster.

Yup. He's not bad considering he's going on 25 or so this year. He was
in the round pen for the first time 2 weeks ago after coming off an
injury (stifle) and getting the Very Limited Work treatment. He was
bucking and farting and doing crazy spins like a lunatic and the seven
year old who was watching said "What's the matter with that horse?" Dad
said "Oh he's just too young to have been trained yet." Go figure. I
get the one who STILL wears his crazy pants on the outside. Most of the
time he's a keeper, though.


My boys (and new mini girl) are
in the HORSES folder over at:
http://community.webshots.com/user/deerhnd

They're beautiful. I love the picture of D'argo scratching against the
tree. Prime.

-Jay

Jay wrote in news:WSywh.864064$R63.279197@pd7urf1no:

They're beautiful. I love the picture of D'argo scratching against the
tree. Prime.

-Jay


I could walk under that branch without ducking, too. Well, while it was
still there, I mean. It didn't last too long under all that draft horse
ass scratching...