One big sand box

 "Lynn, is that a giant cat box, for private kitty stuff?"

I ride by this sand quarry on 90% of my bike rides.

The family owned business has been here for 30 years,

digging up sand and river gravel. 

The picture does not do justice for the size of the dredge.

When I first started riding here 15 years ago, the pit and lake

it created, were 1/2 mile away.  In the past 5 years, they

have moved into a farm field and  the corn and soy have

been replaced by water from the underground aquifer. 

And the mountains of sand are growing by leaps and bounds.

This had been 1,000 acre crop field.  But I know that

the sand and gravel is needed and used for all types

of construction.  

It can be very dusty when I bike past. As the large earth

moving trucks run the private road next to the Rail-Trail

right of way, the cloud of sandy dust is really bad.

"See why I prefer to stay home and get my sunshine

without the yuck of getting dirty?  By the way,

have you cleaned my potty box?"

And lastly, this yard ornament was waiting for me when I

returned from my bike ride, at my garage.  It is a yearling

and they do have a bit of a stressful time now, as their mothers

are now nursing the new fawns. So these girls and boys feel

left out.  As soon as the does bring out the new fawns, they all

finally spend time together. However, the yearlings have not

forgotten how good mother's milk is and try to get a sip occasionally.

Mom takes care of them in a way that would put me in the hospital

with cracked ribs or skull.  But the young take it well and are

soon obedient.

These lilies grow where my sweet Seney has now

rested for 8 1/2 years. Never ever forgotten.

Her last day with me.

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