All the plants are out of my house. Not necessarily planted, but moved out to the garden and this afternoon, I’ll put in whatever I can. And then it’s down to the weeding, watering, mulching and whatever Mother Nature decides she’s going to do…oh, and fucking cats.
This morning as I’m moving the plants out for the final time, I notice my zucchini is gone. They were lovely seedlings passed onto me by friends…they were growing beautifully. Up to 6 leaves and happy, happy, happy. And then this morning? Gone. WTF???
Yeah so, I had started some pumpkins in the house. I set those outside in the garden first, then went back for the tomatoes. I guess I didn’t latch the gate…or she climbed the fence. Either way, I came into the garden to find this asshole:
…eating the pumpkins. Seriously. Eating the pumpkin leaves… WTF??
And then I look down to the end where the peppers are and see this one…
…lying on the pepper plants. I say again…WTF???
And then, just to add a bit more insult to injury, Coal walks over to Trouble, does the nosy kitty kiss thing with him, looks straight at me and starts munching on a pepper plant.
I may have lost it right about then. Screamed like a maniac at the cats. Chased them out of the garden. Threatened to make slippers from their lovely furry fucking hides.
And now the weather can’t decide if there’s going to be gale force winds, or if there will be no winds, or what it’s doing. All I know is, it’s June 18th and the tomatoes are not coming back into the house. They can live or die as they see fit. Grow, don’t grow, what the fuck ever.
But I’ve had my first harvest of Lamb’s Quarters. And I’ll be harvesting more this weekend with weeding. And today I’ll be emptying the one incubator. Some turkeys have hatched, some chicks have hatched. And on Sunday the other incubator goes into lockdown with 41 Narragansett turkey eggs in it. Then, one last round of eggs for the year. It’ll be a big set…97 eggs. And once those hatch, it’ll be mid-July. Which makes it the last one. I am so good with that.
But for today, all I have to do is get things in the ground. Rains are coming this Sunday, so I want everything done and in. I’m so very close.
Yeah, today is thankful Thursday. I’m not feeling extremely thankful today though…
It’s cold. It’s day I-don’t-even-know-any-more of extreme cold warnings. Which means it’s much colder than typical for this time of year. I guess Mother Nature is catching us up for the nice weather we had back in December and January. There’s always a cost, right?
So that hay we’ve been doing so well on? Blowing through a bale every 3ish days. But mares gotta eat, or they don’t stay warm. A cold horse in this weather dies. Not on my fucking watch, if I can help it. So eating my Merry Mares have been. And then there’s the waterer…*sigh* I feel like it’s always something, know what I mean? The winds were savage for a while, and the damn thing kept freezing over. And then it froze at the spigot. That means standing there in the freezing cold, with a hair dryer to thaw it…with 3 toddlers dying of thirst, even though I just brought them buckets of warm water from the house to drink, but they be dyin’ and I be cryin’ because my hands are cold and I’m hopin’ I can get the water running before the hair dryer conks out… *sigh* Get horses, she thought… It’ll be fun, she thought… Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. 😂😂😂
Egg production is waaaaaaay down too. Where I was getting 50-60 eggs a day, now I’m getting 8. If I’m lucky. People want eggs. I don’t have much eggs. I’m just barely making regulars and that’s because I had some stocked up from last week…but now we’re low because 8 effing eggs a day. 60ish hens. But they’re eating and drinking and trying to stay warm. Ain’t so easy even with a heat lamp and deep straw.
Today we found we’d lost a duck baby. Again it’s the cold. We can feed ’em, we can make sure there’s fresh water, and draft free coops and heat lamps and damn if some aren’t gonna just die on us anyways. But ya sure feel like shit when it happens.
And then, just to cap off the craptastic shitstorm that is February, I have to go to the dentist. While to some that’s not a big deal, for some of us it is. I have a tooth that has to come out, but need a dentist that won’t make me wear a mask (got that) and will let my Hubby in the room too (can’t do that yet…fuck the govt, because it’s their shit restrictions) because y’all….this woman does not do well without her support person… So I get to stay living with this fucking thing until the shitty restrictions open up enough that I can have my person in the room while having the dental work done. Looking at the way the hand wringing from the “experts” is going, that oughta be sometime in 2037. Think I’ll just tie a string to the tooth, tie the other end to Ruby’s halter and give my girl a big ol’ smack on the bum…that oughta yob that fucker right out of my mouth. 😂😂😂 And if I die, they can list me as a covid death.
I guess I should still be thankful… My Hubby is still working and is able to get his teeth fixed (thank goodness! he’s had problems with his mouth since I’ve known him). We have plenty of food in the house. The house is warm. We’re still able to share our bounty with those who need it. All in all, as frustrated and cold and tired as we are, we’re still grateful for all that we have.
Back in the Fall we ran out of time, energy and money to get the greenhouse built. I’d say material wise, we’re about 90% there…now it’s just having the manpower come spring to get ‘er going. As much as I wanted it done before the snows came, we are only 3 people and there was A LOT of other things to get done. And, considering what a bag of dog excrement the person who runs our province is, it’s not like we could put out a call for helpers to get it done either. 🙄 No matter how one feels about the entire virus issue, any politician who encourages snitching on friends, family and neighbours is, IMO, of significantly less value than a bag of dog excrement.
At any rate, without having the entirety of the supplies, it made no sense to knock ourselves out to build and leave it part way done…but now! Ah, but now I’ve found a source of free reusable building materials! Hubby has been stopping at the place for couple weeks now, and the pile of materials is getting to be awesome. So once the ground thaws, the greenhouse project is a go…as well as a couple bachelor coops for roosters and another area for raised garden beds.
I have this plan…
LOL!! It always starts with a plan! So over the Yule break, in a random internet search for an old, long gone from my life acquaintance, I found her latest project. It’s an amazing, powerful, heart breaking, yet beautiful project. And I immediately signed the family up. It’s One More Candle (clickable linky)
From their website:
One More Candle offers you the opportunity to adopt the memory of a child whose life was cut short by hubris and deep seated human evil.
One More Candle is committed to remembering every one of the 1.5 million children murdered in the Shoah (Holocaust).
L’dor v’dor From generation to generation
Simply stated, One More Candle needs you to adopt the memory, a child to honor as though having been one of your own family.
As I said, I got the family on board (trust me it wasn’t hard) and we’ve all adopted a memory. Please consider doing so too.
So, how does this connect with my plan I mentioned above? Well, the past year has shown me how much I need to work on an herb/flower/medicinal garden to go with my food gardens. I’ve been collecting seeds, planning additions, and looking at raised bed ideas to create. And then, yesterday while The Kid and I were doing chores, we were talking about the medicinal garden and we struck on the idea of turning it into a memorial garden. We’ve lost a few important people in our lives in the past few years (including one on New Year’s Eve…but that’s an entire different blog post) and it would be nice to have something on Farm as a memorial. Really, what better than our herbal/medicinal garden?
And then The Kid says “And we can include our children too…because they’re family now, right?” Well damn… I wasn’t crying, it was the stupid turkeys cutting onions. 😉 But she’s right. So, the planning is on for memorial stones for our loved ones (including our children) to remember them. And if I can’t get stones made in time, I do have some lovely scraps of copper sheet and a alphabet punch set that I can make pretty little tags to hang in the apple trees as chimes until I get stones done…in fact, I think the chimes is a great idea to do as well. ❤
In other news…
I’m attempting to do the entire Capture52 project again this year. Last year I fell off the photgraphy wheel way too early, and never really did pick the camera back up to finish the prompts. Ah well. Try, try again, right? And so here I am, giving it another go. The first week was “New”. What better than our “new” dear boy, Hobbes? It seems I’m always going to have neighbour’s barn cats come find us here…it goes with the fact that our cats eat well. It is always The Rule. Everybody eats. So when Hobbesy showed up, we just started adding an extra scoop of cat food to the daily rations. *shrug* Ain’t his fault that he’s here. He’s a super handsome boy…and like aaaaaalllllll the other boys, as soon as we can get him in to the vet, he’ll be losing his boys. 😉
Once he’s neutered, there will be peace among the felines again. *sigh* That’s the biggest problem with these guys showing up all the time. No one else around here neuters their boys and I end up with them coming for food and fighting with my TroubleCat. And Trouble is the King. He takes no guff, but he’s getting older and eventually he’s gonna slow down. I’m tired of the young boys showing up thinking they can beat the crap out of the King and take over. Them young boys are too dumb and full of their balls to realize the girls ain’t interested since they’re all spayed. No kittens for my hunting girls! But at least Hobbes listens when I tell him to knock it off…and he’s slowly learning that Daphne just wants to play. lol
The ducks are well. They’re now in the same yard as the turkeys and the 2 species seem to be getting along pretty darn good. *knock on wood* The other day when I sat down to take pictues of the turkeys, our drake (whom I’ve simply been calling Drake) took exception to my being there…
He was hissing and wagging his tail and side eying me the whole time. 😂😂😂
The girls, however, weren’t terribly worried. They were more interested in seeing if I had some food for them…
The 2 hens we bought in the spring have blue eyes…it’s kinda cool. And it makes it easier for me to know who they are. The whites look so similar.
Remember back in August I bought those 14 ducks off the local buy and sell page? Well, 6 went to freezer camp. I have 3 more drakes to go, and we have 4 lovely young hens to add to the flock. (and yes, if you math that out, we’re short one…we lost a bebe in the beginning 😥 ) 2 whites…because I guess I needed more white ducks to get confused by…a black and white pied…
And a chocolate pied…
Now don’t yell at me if I have those colour names wrong. I *think* that’s what the colours are called, but I’m very open to my being wrong. We’re not a breed for colour Farm, so I haven’t researched it beyond the simple basics. 🙂
That gives us 10 hens to 1 Drake. Plus the 18 ducklings and Cricket.
Now little Mr Cricket…he gets to stay on as a breeding drake. It’s become obvious that Cricket is male. And, we have 4 unrelated hens, with goodness knows how many hens who are half siblings in the brooder with him. The standard seems to be 5 hens/drake. So, even with just the 10 we have now, having a 2nd boy to work come spring is needed. By the time spring rolls around, Mr Cricket will be quite interested in young hens… And to be fair, he is a favorite of The Kid’s. He’s become her pet, and I try not to chop the heads off of pets. 😂😂😂 But, like every other animal here, he’ll have a job. Only horses get to be pretty and eat money. 😉
Last Feline Friday I shared about our outdoor girls.
This week, the outdoor boys.
There was a time we had over 20 outdoor cats.
There were so many kittens.
Too many kittens.
And then I spent a whole lot of money and a whole lot of time and got the entire Marauding Hoarde fixed.
Now we’re down to 5 outdoors.
The 3 girls, and these 2 boys…
❤ Max ❤
Max has been here the longest of all our outdoor felines, coming up on his 7th year with us, come this Fall.
He came to us through the local humane society’s barn buddy program.
He was, apparently, not a good fit as an indoor cat.
But as an outdoor, who rules the garage and the deck, he fits perfectly.
Oh the joy of a roll in fresh dirt at sunrise!!
He loves to sit on the deck with us for bbq’s and sometimes even cuddles.
He drools like crazy when he purrs…which is why we tend to pet him on the ground, instead of picking him up a lot.
He has also learned that he’s not a good goose hunter.
Thankfully, he only needed that lesson once…
Oh, our TroubleCat…
Born and raised a Midnight Calico Farm cat, this guy tried to take on an eagle as a kitten. 🤦♀️🤦♀️🤦♀️
Thankfully, that eagle just gave him a look of righteous haughty derision.
And then there were the goose hunting tries.
Do you know how big of a hole a Canada goose can put in a cat???
Trust me, it’s a big one.
And it’s a wound we treated on Trouble a half dozen times.
He’s tenacious for sure.
Just when we thought we’d lost him to a coyote, he reappeared during one of the worst ice storms our province has seen.
Hubby had gone to the garage to feed the cats and when he shook the pail of food, he heard meowing from the roof.
Looking up into the ceiling, he found our boy, scraggly and a bit thin but happy to see a human.
And Trouble has been Home since.
He really is the King of the Midnight Calico Farm Cats.
Definitely related to the others in the clowder.
He’s got the yellow eyes that mark him as related to our Ghost somehow.
Not sure if he’s a Ghost baby…
Or if he’s one of Trouble’s offspring…
Trouble is a Ghost baby for sure…
Ghost (in front) and Trouble
So we just aren’t sure if Cap’t Jack is a Ghost son or grandson.
Either way, he’s due for getting neutered.
Both Ghost (who disappeared in the spring 😥 ) and Trouble got neutered, and soon, Jack will too.
For fun, here’s a few baby pictures of Trouble, because he was such a cute little guy. 🙂
Trouble hunts and kills a birdie.
Well now, this is interesting…
Time for a bath…
And my favorite…
That Trouble is an adorable little fellow, that’s for sure!
So you can see Cap’t Jack is a Midnight Calico Farm cat, through and through!