The notable absence of posts this past weekend is easily explained. Bill was busy in Iraq. Dusty was busy not dropping his airplane on our heads.
Fuzzybee was busy with her own big things - Project Valour-IT.
And we had Kat and her Child Labor Unit (CLU) nephew Alex plus Gollum, er, Ry and Ry's Brilliant Better Half (hereinafter referred to as RBBH), and some other friends (Major and Andrew, who keep horses at the Castle) helping us expand the Fowl Barracks of Argghhh! and install fencing for the newest four-footed Denizens of the Demesne, two Angora goats who arrived yesterday and are as yet un-named. Cute though, ain't they?
Mind you - it was a *Castle* work weekend. So some paper did suffer greatly.
And another gun virgin surrendered his virtue to the Dark Side.
If you want the rest of the story - hie on down to the Flash Traffic/Extended Entry.
Over 100 fence-posts were either pounded into the ground or dug in and cemented in place as appropriate (that cement is what that water was for, Kat). The fence is about 950 feet or so long. For those who want more detail on the labors of the day, from a serf's perspective, they should click here and read Kat's "American Gothic" post, if you haven't already.
The Chicks of Argghhh! got an upgrade to the harem for Satchmo's odalisques...
We were under the continual observation and supervision of the Duckques of Argghhh!
Rocky and his harem went out and conducted a FOD-walk, cleaning up all insect-and-grain-debris that might foul the engines.
Gollum was actually fed non-stale Chee-tos, and was allowed to take the unopened bag home with him. He got a tour of the Arms Room, and was very tolerant as the Armorer flitted from item to item nattering on about this and that aspect of this and that. (Just as Alex was tolerant of his class in gunlaying with an added frisson of communications via heliograph).
As noted earlier, Ry had never handled a firearm until yesterday. So, in a compressed session right before he and RBBH departed back to return from whence they came, Ry got introduced to the Albanian SKS, ROMAK-47, M1A, and Springfield Ramrod Bayonet Trapdoor Rifle.
As the target above indicates, Ry isn't a bad shot (admittedly, most of the holes in the 10 ring, but not all, are the Armorer's demo-shooting - but Ry did credibly well for someone with no experience and a very abbreviated "This is how you do it" session, one that concentrated mainly on "This is how *not* to shoot something you don't want to shoot" which is always a prudent start to things.
You'll notice in that photo above, the Guineas of Argghhh! were not too concerned about stray bullets. Nor, probably, aimed shots, either... owhelk, they were clueless, they're guineas and I've got chunks of pink granite from the glacial drift that overlays this part of Kansas that are smarter than those guineas.
I must admit - Ry *was* tough on some of the infrastructure. That or he was sandbagging me and has better skillz than he admits to!
The Master and Mistress of Argghhh! want to thank everybody - Ry, Jess, Kat, Alex, Major and Andrew - for their assistance this past weekend. We had a great time, and only Ry and I shed blood. But, hey, that's just a guy thing.
I'm pleased to report no chee-tos were found floating in the Spa of Argghhh!
Note to employers: If you want someone who comes to work, who works, and when he's done, comes to ask for more work - you want Ry. Really.
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