Speaking of which, I was able to chip away at one of the more problematic raised beds - not the most problematic, but let's not split hairs, shall we? - and I now have two almost-prepared beds out of eight.
|The worst one is to the right.|
Tomorrow, I have taken the day off. When I scheduled this day off, the forecast was for a mostly clear day. It is now a mostly rainy day. Give me strength....if it is not a total washout, I will be out there in the drizzle. Things must get done, no matter what the weather. The poor sheep have been looking longingly (and loudly) at the grass outside the fence and I found, drat and damn, that my energizer is kaput. This puts a crimp in my moveable electric netting plans. I did manage to dig out my battery-powered charger that still had some juice in it. That gave them an hour of bliss on the grassy slope, poor babes. I believe a solar energizer is in my very near future. I can't complain, as I have gotten almost 10 years out of this energizer, including having to rewire it myself after the sheep pulled the cord out. How fortuitous that I have in my possession a birthday gift certificate for the fencing company.... (xoxox)
After suffering a brain freeze looking at my list, I decided to break it down into areas, then prioritize each area, then set aside blocks of time, etc. This is becoming more like a military maneuver every year. Where are my troops? Where are my minions? They are inside being naughty, thanks for asking.
Saturday is supposed to be a dry day. Oh, right. If it is, I am bringing in my sister and niece and we are tackling the chicken coop. Bless their hearts, although my niece has never experienced anything farm, so this should be interesting. I will have a Plan B for her, just in case. And it will not include The Pat. I have other plans for them - on the deck with marrow bones.
I have a confusing housing situation with purple martins and blue birds and I am darned if I can figure it out. Apparently, my lopped off birch stump (about 7 feet tall) has become a hot property. I thought the martins had set up housekeeping in a hollowed-out area near the top. I had mounted a blue bird house on the other side - before the hollowing-out process. Now there is a lot of noise and comings and goings, ins and outs, between house and hole. The wren even got involved! I hope they can sort it out and babies, both blue and purple, are fledged.
Saturday is the debut of the Baby Blues, and I am hopeful that we can generate just enough demand to meet production. I am not adding quail. Nope. No way, no how. (Will some responsible adult step up to keep me in line?)
I will hope to dazzle you with pictures of my tidy raised beds, newly framed and ready for planting on Monday. Hope springs eternal, much like the rain, so we're in a dead heat. If that fails, it's on to Plan Z.