This week's pile:
BORING BLUE SWEATER
PILE O' POTS
155- I can chop, mince and shred faster by hand. And I don't have to store my hands in my limited pantry space.
156- I find that I use Mason jars for everything. Plus, this may be glass, but it has a plastic top. PLUS, I drink more iced tea in a day than this holds.
157- Since they found PFOAs in surrounding areas, I have not been able to bring myself to use this nice, non-stick pan. I know it's not Teflon-coated, but....
158- Yes, it's charming. And exceptionally awkward to use unless you have a very large hand. Which I don't. Have.
159- I struggled with this - it was my first large knitting project and I love the idea of ponchos. But, it seems, not the actual wearing of ponchos.
160- Yes, it's so boring I didn't even photograph it. Not surprisingly, I didn't wear it, either.
161- Time to winnow out the 5 million pots and recycle them to a local grower.
I have decided not to raise the Nuggets again. They are just too...too...creepy. I know they grow from 0-6# in eight weeks, but there is something so completely unhappy and unnatural about that, that it is really getting to me this year. I have lost two Nuggets so far - only two weeks to go. One was my little poopy patient that got the worst of a pile up and never recovered. The other was a seemingly healthy and large male that I found bottom-up this morning. He had been a little "off" the past couple of days.
I still think it's essential to grow what I can of my own food, so I won't give up raising meat chickens. However, I am going to go the more natural route next year - the Reds (Red Rangers, French Reds, whatever the latest 'hot' label is). It will take longer to get them to weight, but I am also going to stop raising them for others, too. That will bring it down to a more manageable project. So I hope, knowing as I do that I seldom listen to my own good advice. I've got the system down pat - little brooder to big brooder to hoop house. I have the feeder set-up that works, a waterer that's large enough, and a way to regulate air circulation. I bungeed a small fan to the inside this morning, as it is supposed to be hot and humid for the next few days. So much for spring. I believe, this year, we got 15 hours of spring weather - then winter came back and we leap-frogged spring right into summer.
I had the chance to clean out the duck house for the first time this morning and it worked like a charm. I can swing the side up, prop it on a board and rake it out. I am looking forward to having the project finished (except for my bit) on Saturday. Then I can put up some fencing and let the (LARGE) ducklings out to waddle about. They seem quite happy in their house, but I am sure they will be thrilled with their kiddie pool! I am waiting to hear from the post office - I have 15 chicks on their way and it is taking longer than normal to get them here. That does not bode well. Six are for a neighbor and the rest are mine. Since I never seem to listen to myself (lalalalala - see reference to my blatant lack of good sense), I ordered five Salmon Faverolles and four Partridge Rocks. And a "Free Exotic Chick", which means my replacement rooster. Did I need more chicks? Why, no, I did not. But the minimum quantity for shipping was 14. And I don't like even numbers. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.