Posted on | August 1, 2012 | 10 Comments
We are spiraling out of control.
The chickens are hatching ducklings.
Almost all of this year’s chicks that were cool colors are turning out to be roosters.
I have discovered you have to cut the feathers around the eyes of Silkie chickens on occasion or they will stumble around the barnyard, just hoping to find food or water. I am trying to remember why I had to have Silkie chickens this year. I cannot resummon that feeling.
Julia went off her feed and did not appear to be able to open her mouth. Plus she had a slightly swollen eye. Which sent me into a tizzy of preparations for treatment of tetanus, listeriosis, and goat polio. Never mind the “pseudorabies” that the Internet suggested because she had been housed with pigs. Thankfully she summoned her strength to eat when threatened with a food takeover from one of the bucklings.
A goat who can manage to eat if someone else is trying to eat her food is not at death’s door yet. And with arnica over the last couple of days she appears to have recovered. It’s anybody’s guess as to why.
Despite being left with the buck for 6 months, Charlotte does not appear to be pregnant. This makes her third year without freshening.
Goat pregnancy is not an exact science. But a goat due to kid in October should look more like this goat. Good Carmen.
We are out of hay.
Luckily, the garden is so overgrown that it is perfect for grazers.
Too bad that as soon as the sheep are put into the garden to graze, they go straight for the corn.
The corn that, for some reason, has large sections that have just fallen over. Making them extremely susceptible to sheep attack.
Also, the garden is loaded with spiders. How can I be expected to pick cherry tomatoes when they are being guarded by spiders? Not possible.
The blackberries were plump and juicy until the 100 degree temperatures arrived. Then they shriveled up and died.
Of course, the okra is doing fine. Stellar. Except when I check it on Monday it only has a few blossoms. When I check it on the following Wednesday it has 8 inch long, tough, and inedible okra pods. Why does the okra hate me?
The hummingbirds refuse to use their swing. Regardless of all the youtube evidence that they would love their swing. Sometimes they perch on the branch above it. And laugh. I realize I only put I up 2 days ago. But the package said everything required for success was included. It didn’t say anything about requiring patience.
Not even the house is safe. 2 of the 3 gourami are dead. And I’m not holding out much hope for the third one. The sideways swim is never a good sign.
This is the second spider cricket we’ve found inside. The first one was found on The Other Half’s face in the middle of the night.
In anticipation of working twice as many shifts as I used to, I panicked and spent days and days making and freezing meals for the family. Now whenever you open the freezer, you risk losing a toe to a falling 13X9 pan of frozen lasagna. Plus, the kids hate that they don’t get to have pizza whenever I’m not home for dinner. Basically, everyone loses.
I heard the news anchor say it’s the Dog Days of summer. I thought that meant we should expect a lot of heat. But apparently it means we should expect to feel like we’re stepping in dog crap. Every day.
It’s a good thing we have tomato pie. Without tomato pie, who knows what depths of depression we could sink to. And, just in case of emergency, there are 4 more in the freezer.