Happy Harvest Blog
Guinea grazing
We have snow, everywhere but in these pictures where the sun shone. A light crunchy layer of snow. It was very nippy today and I thought the guineas weren't going to even come out for their graze. They've taken to climbing up the pile of sticks during their recess. No grass up there. Maybe they just want to look around. This little one is the most successful greenhouse escapee. She darts out right in the middle of the guinea pack so I cant' turn her back.
Garlic and grass
Planted the garlic today. On paper that’s half a month late, but by the weather, it’s just the right time. The beds covered with hay look exactly the same after planting as before. So many worms under the mulch! I started some wheatgrass for the guineas. I couldn’t remember if wheatgrass required soil or not, and I’m still not sure, so I’ll start trying it soil free. I will also find out soon how many days it takes to become edible, and cycle trays through the windowsills.
What do I do when I haven't taken any pictures all day?
Take pictures in the fading light at guinea hour. There's the guineas grazing in colour-coded groups. There's the chicks that slipped out today, quite proud of themselves. Nosey on the left. They're pretty good about following the guineas back in, when they call it a night. The little barred rock again. I'm with you, right? I'm the right colour! Oooh, can I come out?! The small chickens are so cute. They're cute right up until they're suddenly big burly roosters swaggering around.
Let them eat grass!
I've made the observation that guineas "like" to eat grass the way addicts "like" heroin. They seem desperate for it. They'll crowd up and rip grass so you can hear the grass getting mowed. Just a hunch. Guineas need grass in their diet more than the average bird. So post-bobcat, I've been letting the guineas outside for a half hour before bed, to get their grass fix. Really? Then I stand over them, supervising, but they're so into the grass they barely notice me
The post-breakfast perching hour
Perching and arranging one's feathers hour. It's the only time besides bedtime that they all get together so closely. Pepper's thinking about a higher branch. The newest babies are on the grass today! This one little silvery grey one is adorable- a new colour; we'll see what he/she turns out to be.
Lush
There's that green. The world is overwatered right now and the grass is growing with all its might. Expect to see it in the eggs soon - the chickens are free-range again (fair weather only). HW comes home and says " Where'd all these starts come from!?" "You grew these?" Yep, they're the same ones as were there yesterday, and the day before... "They're so big!" Yes, they are. And so green. Ready to go outside. I was shuttling tomatoes and set a box down for one second to empty the wheelbarrow....oh...oh!
The green mist
Now the green mist has appeared on the ground. In this case the early spears are oats, which were supposed to be planted sparsely, for a shade cover.
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