Homeless Helpers   2 comments

We were awakened, about six this morning, by the sound of pounding.  I staggered out to the living room, still half asleep, to find a rather scruffy guy knocking at the door.  When he saw me, through the window, he held up a bridle and pointed at it.  I opened the door, and he said excitedly, “We found this and a saddle down by the bridge!  Is it yours?”  Well, no; but it obviously belonged to someone.  I went and got Billy up, and he threw on his clothes and headed for his pickup.  By this time the man’s buddy had shown up, and he loaded them up and headed for the Chester Avenue bridge.

It turned out it wasn’t one saddle, or even two.  It was four, plus the (brand new, with sparkly pink crystals) bridle — all stuck under a tree and hidden by tumbleweeds.  Obviously we’d had a break-in during the night, and the culprits had stashed their loot here, so they could retrieve it in a car.  But these transients, who live on the island, had found it on their way to town, figured out where it came from, and came to fetch us.

It didn’t take long to figure out where the saddles had come from, and to notify the owners.  Their tackroom has been broken into before, and we’re planning to move it closer to the house.  It’ll be less convenient, but should be safer.

We hope.

Anyway, Billy (being Billy) gave our homeless helpers a hundred bucks.  It just goes to show that homeless people can be as honest as anyone.

As for the thieves, that’s a story without an ending . . . yet.  There are some clues.

Later that morning, I took my sister-in-law Tie to the doctor, and helper Ferrabie was here cleaning, so the day was pretty well taken up.  I didn’t get outside at all; so here are some pictures from a few days ago.

 

The elderberry by the back door is bearing heavily this year.

elderberry1

The other day, I saw a scrub jay hanging upside down from one of these berry clusters by his feet, and gobbling berries as fast as he could.  I didn’t know they could do that.

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Elderberries look a lot like blueberries in pictures, but they sure don’t taste the same!

elderberry3

I’m going with Billy to a checkup tomorrow, and I’ve got one on Monday.  I thought retirement was going to be nothing but free time, but it doesn’t work out that way.  And the weather is just gorgeous; it didn’t even make it to eighty today.  That’s practically unheard of for Bakersfield in June.

I’ll get out there yet!

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Posted June 20, 2013 by stablewoman in Events, Nature

2 responses to “Homeless Helpers

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  1. I’m thinking elderberry wine! 😉

  2. Thank you so much, you two, for always watching out for us! We appreciate it more than you know!

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