This is a demonstration of how farmers made molasses from sorghum cane in the 18th Century at las Golondrinas: 1) They prepared the sorghum cain by cutting the seed heads off the ends of the canes. 2) They harnessed their ass to a long pole connected to a big iron crusher. 3) They walked their ass in circles turning the crusher, while a person fed sorghum cane into the crusher to extract the sugary juice from the cane. 4) They cooked the sorghum extract and reduced it to molasses.
I took a walk yesterday afternoon and got cranes and a heron on the Rio Grande just before sunset.
Just when I thought it was safe to walk by the window….
¡Feliz Dia de los Muertos! Happy Day of the Dead! May all souls past and present be at peace.
When I thought it was safe to get in the shower, Halloween comes along, and Psycho Kitty strikes again.
Hounds of the All Hallows.
Yesterday was National Cat Day, but I didn’t learn about it until after I posted yesterday’s blog.
Even though it was a little early, there were still a lot of cranes at Bernardo.
Yesterday Laurie and I with Susan and Lois took an excursion down south of Albuquerque to look for Sandhill Cranes for our birthdays. After photographing cranes we headed east behind the Manzanos where we visited two of the Salinas Pueblo Missions, Abó and Quarai, and then continued north, around the mountains, and back to Albuquerque. Along the way we photographed landscapes, saw several trains, and had an interesting, uniquely New Mexico, encounter with a local couple along the way.
I went out to see if there was water in the irrigation ditch. There was no water in it, but while I was out, I walked over to the clearwater ditch that runs between the irrigation ditch and the river. While I was checking out the dragonflies and other critters hanging out by the water, a bullfrog popped up to see what I was doing. He was very charming.
Off Center & Not Even 