Tuesday, June 29, 2010
prior blog entry. Eyebrows lifted. Today, as I was gesturing ('tho forbidden by my doctor) with my slinged (slung?) arm, hay fell out. That would be leftover from this morning's feeding. More eyebrow action. It does make me wonder if I'm the topic of conversation over cocktails in suburbia.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Saturday, June 19, 2010
The dreaded surgery is finally over. Now I'm reduced to one-handed typing - which means short blog posts! I worked myself up into a last minute lather and, once again, yelped for help. I'm starting to feel like a third world country...my friends Marianne and Melanie installed another much-needed honey super on my hive and patched up the housing for the cordon bleus (collectively, the meat chicks) yesterday, while Kay braved the crack of dawn and my caffiene withdrawal to lug me to surgery and back. And she is helping me twice a day with my convoluted chore schedule. It's going to be a long four weeks.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Grendal is now off her nest of clunkers. She came out of the nesting box loaded for bear and aimed straight for Alfie. She pulled his head feathers; she jumped on him and bit him; she chased him around the yard. In my best anthropomorphic manner, I imagined she was giving him hell for not providing the 'necessary ingredients' for fertile eggs. In his defense, he is just a year old and not likely to be up to the task in the first place. That does not, however, mean that he is not enjoying the process, if you catch my drift. She had been setting on them for a month and a half and, recently, a crushed, rotten eggshell was found discarded outside of her nesting spot every other day or so. There were two suspicious specimens left in her nest so I made the executive decision to cease incubation. I have closed off access to her nest and will deal with the stinking mess another time. It'll go right at the top of my to-do list. Not. Dottie's eggs came to naught as well. Looks like next year will be the year of the ducklings. Let's hope Alfie sees the light by then.
Since he is a youngster, I am taking the time to handle him and it has led me to an interesting place. With my crowded schedule, full time job, and looming surgery, I was spending every morning and evening racing from one chore to the next, and trying to squeeze in every item on my to-do list that I could shoehorn into my limited at-home time. One of the things I decided to squeeze in, was to spend a couple of minutes taking the bunny out of his hutch and holding him. After the second morning, I found myself cuddling the little fat, warm fuzzball, leaning against the fence and watching the meanderings of the chickens. A couple of minutes turned into 5, which turned into 10. A few mornings ago, while I was stroking his lovely, soft fur and giving him a blow-by-blow description of the obviously loving relationship that has developed between Dottie and Alfie (censored to fit his young ears), I looked down and realized he was dozing in my arms. I also noticed that his under-fur was a beautiful blue-gray color. Little Blue. I realized it had been ages since I had taken the time to enjoy my chickens, ducks, sheep, llama, cats and dogs. I still have to fit a lot into my mornings, but I am enjoying my bit of down time with Blue, watching chicken television.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
scapes -- I absolutely love garlic scapes. Garlic scape pesto is so amazing, it defies description. My friend, Marianne, introduced me to garlic scape pesto - which she sells out of as soon as it hits the farmers market. I love them small and tender, diced and sauteed in butter with a little sweet onion, either by itself or tossed with pasta. Ymmmmmm. Gigi decided I was spending way too much time photographing garlic scapes when she was right there in front of me. Waiting for dinner, no doubt. How she managed to stay dry in the downpours, I have no idea. She will not enter the barn since Joey arrived. Sigh.
rebar posts and put up fencing around the last raised bed. Lawdamercy, I made it in the house with seconds to spare before it started up again - thunder, gusty wind and torrents of rain. You can sort of see the garden in the picture above - taken through the window. Normally, I wouldn't mind a rainy day - it makes you stop and rest. Or clean the house. But when each storm brings with it the threat of high winds and flooding, it gets on your nerves! On the next break, I have to sprint out to the chicken coop and close the people door. I'm sure it's flooded by now. I am going to work on getting Gigi to come inside. I'm sure it will be 'exciting'. But she is obviously not a feral cat, and there is no reason for her to be trying to find a dry spot, and me listening for coyotes all night.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Kayten's spinning group meets every Friday). I grind my beans by hand in my great-great-grandmother's coffee grinder. I make coffee in a Melitta drip coffee maker. Okay, sometimes I cheat and use my electric coffeemaker - but on weekends I make it slow, all the way. I can truly savor this coffee - I like a rich, thick, dark coffee, like Sumatra. I drink less now, but drink it better.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Not really, but sometimes I think I am. Yesterday I decided to celebrate the completion and planting of two raised beds by coloring my hair. What? Doesn't everyone???? I go from thinking that natural is best - and lowest maintenance - to thinking I look washed out, all shades of grey. So I became a "Golden Brown". I would say that I'm a DARK golden BROWN. It is about 5 times darker than my usual hair color. Later in the afternoon, when I flounced over to a friend's to deliver extra pepper plants and a basic beekeeping book, I waited for her reaction - which I felt would be positive and fervent. She didn't notice. Now, she had also been outside working like a slave for three days. Maybe she was too tired to notice. I mean, when I looked in the mirror this morning, I was shocked! I had forgotten I colored my hair, of course. I sashayed into the office this morning and none, not a one of my co-workers said boohoo, omg. Nothing. Nada. So, therefore I must be invisible. Or....dare I say....the color is so gawd-awful that no one wants to comment? Nah. (There will be no before and after photographs. I never allow photographs of myself. They will steal my soul.)