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Show 2 - SUMMER TIMES - JUNE 1993 Sally and Jim— Birds of a Feather When I decided that I wanted a pet bird I just happened to hear about the Rainses. I heard that they raised birds. So I called them up and went down the road to meet them and their birds. Sally and Jim Rains came to Castle Valley in 1984, looking for a place to V Winnmumi “~3®%—§W(Nm§!ym. Adobe Frisbees— Continued from Page 1 retire. They live down on Castle Creek at the north end of the valley. There starting to fall. New Mexico is a very dry state and sometimes rain passes they have a pond which in the winter is home to wild ducks who find refuge from the cold, icy flow of the Colorado river. The pond is home to fish and turtles, who are year-round residents. quickly. They feed local magpies, crows, pheasants, pigeons, and other small birds too. Sally has always loved animals. As a child, Sally had many, among them snakes, turtles, cats, fish, mice, guinea pigs, and dogs. For twenty years she has loved birds. She now breeds , cockatoos, Amazon Parrots, finches, and Java Rice Birds. She has a few parakeets as well. This spring she has 29 birds. Her favorite bird is an Amazon parrot named Mate. They also have three horses and two greyhounds, Marilyn and Lena. Sally and Jim used to breed Irish Wolfhounds. At one time they had 21 dogs! One of her dogs won first place in a dog show. Each summer Sally and Jim pack up all 29 birds, the horses, dogs, and their things and go north to the cool green forests of Jackson Hole, Wyoming, for the summer. They have another home there for themselves and for each of their animals as well. —Olivia Kulander H between the car and drum, Sam had dug a trench on one side of the car, and the opposite side was jacked up in the Well, this rain didn’t The clouds were serious and went about their business with a vengeance. When it became apparent that the rain was going to be around for awhile, we became concerned for our bricks. We arr. rushed back just in time to find our alarmed when he said he was going to adobes had dissolved into little round start it up to see how it worked. muddy lumps. They looked like fat “What do you think?” he asked. I really didn’t know what to think, but then I’m always uneasy around people who don't appear to be operating with both oars in the water. I really became He jumped into the car, started it adobe frisbees. Now, I don’t mean to imply that Sam was angry, but watching grown men cry has always upset me, so I up, and slowly let the clutch out. In a decided to check on dinner again. and creating a terrible howl that could be heard for miles. After two seconds, the connection broke and the drum took off. We were on a slight rise, and the Another week passed before I heard from Sam. During that week I heard numerous loud clanging and banging sounds coming from my neighbor’s area, but my curiosity was overruled by my fear of the mud pit. Finally Sam came by and said he wanted to show me his latest idea. He hadn’t lost his enthusiasm for adobe, but he had figured out an easier way to mix it. Against my better judgment I went to take a look and was confronted with a bizarreapparition. Sam had taken a SS-gallon drum and somehow mounted it to the front wheel of his Datsun. To get the proper angle for the alignment fraction of a second the drum started turning at a speed approaching that of light. It was also jumping up and down drum seemed madly determined to find low ground. In a blur that took another two seconds, the drum was down the hill and out of sight, apparently headed for town. I’m not sure if Sam ever built his dream hOuse, but I can’t help but think of him as I listen to the sounds of construction. and every now and then, when the wind is just right, I can hear a roar in the distance. Sam is still out there. —Stan Ferris CASTLE CANYON NURSERY Plants for the Canyon Country Landscaping Design Drip Irrigation Headquarters Sprinkler Irrigation Parts Automatic Irrigation Parts System Design 81 Consultation 259—8274 |
