looks like our farm is a dumping ground for the neighbors who are too lazy to haul things to the dump like most folks..

looking west at the meadow on the farm west of us and north of MK's home...

my Grandfather Siegrist got an attorney to stop this line from cutting across the land.. he wanted it put on the line between the farms, not through

the heart of them... he almost cried... He got a State Senator to try to stop it, but then, back then, payola was something that happened all the time.. and I bet the senators pockets were lined by the high line company.. and Grandpa thought that too.. so the line was put in.... what a scare on the land.. on real windy days... the hum of the lines is very loud... wind blowing through them ...

see the Jack Rabbit under the tree with his ears laid back...??

The fuel pump went on the pipe in the middle foreground...

one last sneak peak at the pretty bush.... past the foundation...

past a beautiful white blooming bush in the middle of the north hanger foundation

we walk past the old airport office and the beautiful bushes...

see our home and Jake and Trisha's home on the other side of this wheat field...

The wheat here is left over from harvest last season that did not get combined due to all the rain... lots of wheat, lots of pasture.. shame it is of no value..

We will soon finish our four mile walk..

The fields look like they were planted in wheat, but it is the wheat that is coming up from last harvest that was not combined due to all the rain...

see our home and Jake and Trisha's home way on the other side.. we will soon be there.. finishing our four mile walk...

now walking south back to the pond...

now when we get to the north end we walk out on 68TH and head west to the first road from the south.

this makes up for any thing missed in walking for 2 1/2 miles now...

about half way North...

heading to our north point...

oh my .. so close...

Can you hear them...??? they fly and swim with ease...

and I think the gander means business.. he came after one of the dogs that is with us...

The pair went straight to work, surrounding me... and honking up a storm...

almost on the water.. what a soft landing to be so large...

looking north east.. we have been caught.. here come the geese patrol....

And now we are heading North... across the pond.. on the other side, you will have to be careful, or you will get your feet wet or muddy...

are you gettting tired? need to rest.. if not we will continue on...

As we now head north.. a buzzard has taken flight.. don't worry, I told him he could not eat me yet... haha...

in the middle way back in the trees is my west point for turn around... you have now walked about 2 miles...

I touch the post top on the right side of this line fence gate... still heading west...

All must be well, as he is gliding to his female waiting on the wheat for him...

I guess all is well as he passed on by... heading for his goose...

As I head west.. I am spotted by a reconisance flight...

over the last three mornings.. I have become a problem to some geese... they now send up one to check me and dogs out... this was the first fly by....