July

Oof, we made it to July.
Holy moly it’s hot!
We’re in the midst of a heatwave as I write this…though, by the time I hit publish, it should have broken.
I hope.
It’s been waaaay too hot!
Like beyond what we normally get in July, hot.

It’s been “get in the trough with your dog and an ice cold beer” hot. 😂😂😂

And we’re dry.
Drought conditions again.
I got my 1st cut of hay 1/2 done.
Baled and put up in the garage.
Got the rest of 1st cut to do this week, and then we start rain dancing for reals…again.
So that hopefully I can pull a 2nd cut.
I’m hoping out Hay Guy has been having an excellent harvest.
I haven’t heard from him, and with him, no news is good news.
It’s when he texts a month early and says “you guys need hay this year?” that I lose my mind.
He knows we need hay, he knows how much hay we need, and I never consider adding a new hay eater without checking to see if I can get more from him.
I’m still Dreaming of sheep.
But I’m also hoping that the price doesn’t go up again this year.
I will understand if it does, and I won’t bitch, but I’m hoping it doesn’t…

In other news…

Pinto beans got a replanting today.
They were very sparse coming up and I’m pretty sure it was due to lack of watering.
So new round planted, and new sprinkler hooked up to cover more of the garden in one watering…I hate moving the sprinkler. 😂😂😂 It’s such a pain in the butt.
But, if we want a whole lotta beans for the shelves, I have to suck it up and move the sprinkler when watering.
Greens are in need of thinning.
Radishes are growing gangbusters.
Onions too…
Lookin’ like I might have to make a huge batch of potato salad to nom nom nom on next week.
That aside, garden is getting weeded, watered and mulched on the daily.
Goose babies are gobbling down every weed I give them.
Turkeys are wandering the yard, sadly calling anyone to bring them a pail of weeds…because The Food Lady is mean and won’t let them into the garden.
*insert sad turkey face here*

Our first muscovy ducklings have hatched.
Somehow we ended up with a house duckling…
Well, it was because it was +38*c and baby came out into the heat and wilted.
All the others with MamaDuck were beetling around doing great, but this one wasn’t.
So, I brought baby inside…I like to give life a chance before culling.
And as I write this, I hear that duckling chirping up a storm, trying to convince my Kid that it has to sit in her lap and no where else.
😂😂😂
Babies tend to get spoiled here.

Speaking of babies…this is 12…who just happens to be broody and sitting on about a dozen turkey eggs.

And just for knowledge’s sake…in case you ever wanted to know, broody turkeys stink.
O.M.G.
S.T.I.N.K.
Stinky, stinky, stinky.
I thought maybe it was because she hadn’t been off the nest in a while, but nope.
Emma tried to go broody in the duck yard, where she was outside all the time and oof…same stench.
I don’t know why.
I don’t know if anyone else’s turkey hens are like this.
But my broody turkey stink.
*insert vomiting emoji here*

There is other news, but it’s going to have to wait for another post…the chores and the need to water everyone is calling…
🙂

It’s the Weekend…

Not that that means much here.
Work doesn’t stop just because it’s Friday, know what I mean?

This weekend is gonna be a back breaking one.
Tomorrow, we have 5 cubic yards of 3/4″ limestone being delivered.
Let me tell you why…

It all started with those feathered assholes.
Y’see, when your chickens free range (whether you want them to or not) and do whatever the hell they please, sometimes they create problems.
Like around the foundation of the house.
Because under our deck is dirt with a bit of gravel.
If you know chickens, you know this is exactly where these assholes want to dust bath.
*sigh*
Which means they’ve dug holes beside the house and we have water getting in from the low spots when it rains.
It also makes it easier for rodents to find their way into the house.
And THAT make me very un-fucking-happy.
So, instead of sending every single feathered asshole to Freezer Camp, we’re clearing out the mess under the deck, re-insulating the spots that need it, putting up more metal to protect the insulation and covering everything in gravel that is not attractive at all to chickens to dust bath in.

That means a whole lot of buckets of gravel filled, hauled to the guy under the deck, where he dumps them and rakes it out to the depth we want.
It’s gonna be a lot of work.
And it better keep those jerk birds from doing this again.
Or they become soup.
Not even kidding.
😂😂😂

It’s also gonna be really effing hot while we do this, and I wish we had bought a pool.
I do think we’ll set up the sprinkler a time or two.
Which oughta please Sable to no end…that horse and water…
Of course, there will be copious amounts of alcohol for when the work day is done.
And maybe a bonfire if the wind allows for it.

Ruby says the excessive heat is bullshit…
I says she’s right.
😂😂😂

And on the subject of feathered assholes…
Next week will see chirping in the incubators.
Aside from potentially hatching turkey eggs, this will be our last round for the year.
Otherwise we have to over winter too many birds, while they get to edible size.
We’ll be well over 200 birds hatched out this season, so I’m sure we’ll have plenty of roosters for Freezer Camp.
My first round alone has more than 20, so I think we’ll be okay for chicken for winter.

Anyways, butchering chickens is a task for a much cooler time, a few months from now.
Right now, we have to focus on fixing the damage them stupid birds have done.
Yeehaw.

Stay cool friends, and enjoy your weekend!
🙂