It’s time once again for the weekly roundup of homestead happenings. A cold spell has plagued us for the past week, but we had ample warning that it was coming and were able to prepare.
Zorro has been using his father’s axe to split firewood. It took him 30 minutes to split his first log, but since then he has only improved. It’s rather nice to have such a productive outlet for his boundless energy.
While their brother split firewood, Rosie and Boo gathered straw to stuff the doghouses with. Katie is pregnant (oops!) and will whelp around the end of November. It’s been four years since we needed to keep a litter of pups indoors, but I think that’s what the winter will hold for us.
I finally feel that I have perfected our bread recipe, and the system for making it. Fresh bread three times a week has been quite a hit around here. I I think my system just might deserve it’s own blog post.
Monday night there was quite a commotion when a pick-up rolled at the edge of our ravine. 2 ambulances, 3 Emergency Response trucks and 7 police cars lined our tiny dirt road. Zorro and I slunk bare-foot through the woods and watched from the darkness, prompting My Man to make some vague remarks about Children of the Corn. I ignored him, of course.
This spring a peregrine falcon migrated through and took an inordinate interest in my chickens. We spent the day outside waving sticks and shouting, and were relieved to find ourselves falcon’ free by the following day. This event had slipped from my mind, until a looked out our large picture window to see a rooster running for dear life as a falcon dove towards him, pulling up just in time to avoid hitting our greenhouse. There were two falcons this time, but being autumn our chickens have plenty of sheltering growth to hide under, and it wasn’t many hours before the falcons moved on. I’ll need to make sure we’re alert to this issue in spring in case they come back through again.
Still, a falcon! not just one, but two of them! How cool! As long as our chickens are safe, I don’t mind taking a day or two so we can observe these splendid birds.
I’ve been finding some interesting photography on my Kindle lately. What big eyes you have, my dear!
See my beautiful colored pens? While I was
agonizing over my choices thoughtfully deliberating my options, My Man swiped up both packages and I ended up not having too choose. Now I can feel that snuggly “I am so loved” feeling every time I sit down to plan something or write in my (growing) collection of notebooks.
Last but not least, it would appear that some events are generational. Like playing in massive amounts of fine powder, and looking slightly guilty when caught.