Yesterday was filled with wins and losses. We woke up to the cable being disconnected due to non payment. Oh, people please! We have all had something disconnected at some time or another and if you are among the fortunate few who have not-good for you! It doesn't phase me anymore-it's just part of life, the juggling ,the bartering ,the sacrifice. So, you know what you do on a hot, muggy day in the country with no cable and a minute of free time? You breed chickens. Thats right we(all of us-kids included) spent the better part of an hour introducing Roja & Negra to the rooster flock in a most intimate manner. We watched not because we are twisted poultry voyeurs(although I will admit it can be interesting to watch the rituals and rebuttals) but to ensure the safety of my 2 best layers. Roosters can get very aggressive and I don't want my girls hurt. All went well except that the new Golden Laced Wyandotte roo is a little shy and was not able to "seal the deal" so to speak with either. We shall try again today-maybe its performance anxiety.
Our well pump that went out again on Sunday, was repaired-needed to switch breakers over-and yes, I did get shocked this time. Those of you following KNOW how much I hate dealing with electricity for that very reason. I survived and I only twitch on the left side ,so all is good-LOL. Our sweet lil D'Artagnan (a black polish biddie) that followed the goslings around like their mascott died today. It was quiet sad really. Owyn stepped into the duck pond to assist a gosling and stepped on something furry she yelped. Edd fished around in the mury water and found the chick. Drowned and water logged. Best that we can figure is that he was riding on the goslings back (his fave past time) while they swam and fell off. Chickens are not swimmers-not at all, so he must have drowned. We buried him and all felt the loss while Owyn said a little prayer for him. She's tender that way.
Edd and I got the yard all raked and pens cleaned together before 9 am and spent the day harvesting from the garden and replanting and weeding. It was so nice working next to him. In my head-in th elittle fantasy I keep there- I imagine us working a pioneer homestead up in the mountains somewhere. Me in m y long sirts and bonnet long hair braided and falling over my shoulders. edd shirt sleeves rolled up and suspendered-looking rugged and handsome. You get the idea. Thats how I want it to be. I truly want to just shut us off from everyone and everything and just build our own little universe right here. We decided that the money from his pell check for school ABSOLUTELY has to go into the farm. We need a new coop, the existing one is in too low an area and not meeting our needs for the hens well being. They feed us , we HAVE to give them the very best life possible. It's only right to respect them for their gift to us. Also we have to purchase and house the goats I made incredible deals for. There will be 3 of them, 2 does and a buck. So, I am drawing up the blueprints now and searching for salvageable materials.
I have made purchase plans for 2 laying hens-Speckled sussex and a sussex cockerel. All three for only $30. This is a wonderful progression for the laying stock. Speckeld sussex are very prolific layers and produce some of the tastiest meat available in yard fowl. I should be picking them up by Thursday. I am very excited. Other than the 3 days of rain literally flooding most of the property and forcing a premature harvest of some corn and tomatoes to save the plants themselves it has been a regular week. I will post more as it happens. I am working on canning tomatoes this week and fried some delish green tomaotes yesterday to go with our bear meat stew. YUMMY!
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