I have been a bad, bad blogger.
I intend every night to sit down and write a blogpost... and every night,
I am so tired, I sit and fall asleep in the recliner or on the couch.
You see, I am doing a lot of this:
The pasture was not mowed last year, though it
was burned off.
It was a mess. I had Odin's Lawncare come in and bush hog it....
(shoutout to Brandon Beary) and then I cut it a week ago for the first time with my own mower.
I had to go very slowly.
Then, I got on the mower Monday morning to cut the 1/5th I had not touched last week, and I ended up doing the whole thing again. It was a beautiful morning, as you can see, and the temps were perfect.
In the fourth picture is the brush pile where this will go:
and that 's only PART of it, bwahahahahaha.
There is a bigger pile east of this one. Somewhere under there is the round trashburner/hot dog roasting place that Keith built. I can't wait til it can be used again.
Pears are growing and ripening.
I know longer know the variety, but they are very sweet.
Some of the girls from the Ag have joined me at home in the henspa.
There are actually 9 there now.
Raccoons continue to visit the deck.
Longtime readers will remember the little red henhouse, in which I used to keep bantams.
Keith built this for me to isolate the smaller birds.
The old henyard, once so sunny, is overgrown and gloomy, but that little henhouse is being put to good use.
These three little dolls are living it in right now. They are 13 weeks old, have been vaccinated and neutered, and will be living as supported ferals (supported by me). They are NOT friendly.
(turn up your volume)
In another week, I will open the front door, and they will be able to come and go as they please.
I'll make sure there is food and water, and I'm planning something even better for their winter.
It has been storming all morning here, and I have not been to the Ag yet, or
out to take care of my own birds and check on the kittens. I need to get myself in gear.
Little Jester went to sleep last night sucking on his bear.
Tomorrow, I will give you a hint as to what's been happening with the little farmhouse.