GoodYear for Goose Creek


But of course we already knew that even earlier in the day of the afternoon on which this image (er, these images) were taken. Isn’t it considered good luck if the first thing you see in the morning is a bat in the room fluttering in your somnolent peripheral vision as you’re drinking your first cup of coffee? Said bat disappeared thereafter and could not be found. Read: Ann freaked.

Company (red shirt with two large poodles image foreground) walked in the house to visit yesterday afternoon and immediately the bat greeted her. Ann freaked. Bat cooperated by restricting itself to our bedroom. I returned a moment later, creature in dustpan. “How’d you get it?” she asked. Punnily I answered: “Batted it.” Stunned it with a broom and released it outdoors.

Garden shed roof goes on today, metal terra cotta pre-painted, should match the barn roof you see in the picture above. Spread about half of the donkey poo out of the back of the truck (thanks again, Ron! but oooh my back!) but was not able to crank the tiller to work it into the soil. I’ll make an emergency small engine consult to my neighbor this afternoon and hopefully have it looking like a ready plot by the weekend.


So you can see T-dog has met his match and then some–two 8 year old poodles came to play and they took no crap off the guy-dog. They actually bantered and taunted and chased and played coy and ran in the creek and had a grand time yesterday afternoon when a former co-worker of Ann’s brought Tsuga some playmates. Wore him out!

We stood at the edge of the pasture post-dogromp waiting for what sounded like a small and very slow plane to crest the treetops to the west. It seemed to be taking forever and I finally gave up watching. When I turned around the Goodyear Blimp (throwing its voice as often happens in these hollers) had appeared over the east ridge and quite freaked me out!

The combined image at the top of this post is 1) the blimp at 200mm spliced into 2) the scene at 50mm focal length–otherwise the blimp in the sky would have appeared about the size of one of the dogs on the ground. Sorry, couldn’t resist.

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Fred First holds masters degrees in Vertebrate Zoology and physical therapy, and has been a biology teacher and physical therapist by profession. He moved to southwest Virginia in 1975 and to Floyd County in 1997. He maintains a daily photo-blog, broadcasts essays on the Roanoke NPR station, and contributes regular columns for the Floyd Press and Roanoke's Star Sentinel. His two non-fiction books, Slow Road Home and his recent What We Hold in Our Hands, celebrate the riches that we possess in our families and communities, our natural bounty, social capital and Appalachian cultures old and new. He has served on the Jacksonville Center Board of Directors and is newly active in the Sustain Floyd organization. He lives in northeastern Floyd County on the headwaters of the Roanoke River.

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  1. Ah! A few weeks earlier, you might have caught the blimp with a message in observation of Red Cross week. I understand that the message was carried on each of the blimps.