Happy Harvest Blog
Circus chickens
What's happening here? I know it might be hard to tell. That would be the notoriously mom-surfing chick, the yellow one, sitting on her mom. Not only that, mom is perching on the swing. With other chickens. The swing is swingy. I rarely see them use it at all. Obviously, she is far too large for mom-sitting at the best of times, but like one of those huge dogs that still thinks it's a lap-sized puppy, she doesn't realize she's outgrown it. And while perching on a swing might not be the best of times.
June frost
The frost looks like lavender. According to my "research" (and I forget my source), in the last eight years, it's only frosted once in June, and that was the 1st. Here we are in the first week, and we got a doozy. It's going to throw off all my planning numbers (this year I planned for a May 20 last frost). I got to try out the Almanzo Wilder splash the plant with water before the sun hits it thing. The potatoes were just poking up, and a few of the squashes were frozen in spite of covering
Fixing up the place
Blog is sorted out. I'm working on "optimizations" to make it load faster - I know it's so image-heavy. And now I have a donate button. I've already had a donation! If any of you are moved to contribute to the feeding of the beaks around here (many of them are past-egg-laying freeloaders), and keeping the blog lights on, said beaks and me will much appreciate it!I'm not really myself right now. Either the antibiotics, or the Lyme, or the war they are waging between my cells, are making me a little off.
Lovely. I have Lyme disease.
I've missed a couple of posts, but I've got excuses. And Lyme disease. It's been an epic week, getting pigs, and bees, cut off from posting images and exposed to poison ivy, plus some community group stuff I'm involved in. Saturday a bite by my knee that had been unusually itchy and inflamed since I was bitten a week earlier hinted at forming a "sun dog" in the morning, and by afternoon was the unmistakable bull's eye rash.I'm lucky; it's a 50-50 chance that Lyme manifests in the unambiguous target rash.
Stand by
The chicks are bouncy, and still mom-sitters. Both of them. But the yellow one more than the other. Cream Puff has relaxed into her broodiness and is now a feather pancake with a beak and a baleful stare. And the piglets are coming today. But I can't post pictures!I've hit a technological barrier. My blog has hit its media capacity of 13G of images. That's what 9 years of blogging will do! In spite of deleting dozens and compressing new photos, I can't add more than one picture today.
Bloom
The quince is a blaze of hot pink. I have one little tiny magnolia bloom starting to open. Cute. I'm pleased that it survived the winter. It's covered with little green buds. Outside, the chickens are doing very well at large. Even the wretched roosters are acting less like weirdos, finally. The Colonel keeps them at bay from the hens, but they are part of the general flock now, and have even been observed food clucking (which the hens totally ignore). I got something good! I really do! Why doesn't anyone listen to me? Actually, there's been a surprising usurpation!
Goats in Christmas trees
Goats in Christmas trees. HW set up our tree, and I decorated.To recap, last year, I lamented the lack of an angel to top the tree, and he said "We don't need an angel...(pause)... We ought to have a goat. Because that's where a goat would be!"Yes, yes it would. (If you are not in the know about Goats in Trees, a magical world awaits you).So last year I set about acquiring some ornament sized goats. It wasn't as hard as you might think (Etsy is excellent). I got eight handmade wire and wool goats, from two different craftswomen.
Instagram.
I may not make a blog post every day, but at least I Insta.
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