Busy as a Bee!

September 1, 2007

Bang, bang, bang! I can’t decide if I feel like I’m sitting in the middle of a shooting gallery, or it sounds like someone shooting off fireworks. Dove hunting season began at 12 noon here, and there are obviously LOTS of hunters busy taking advantage of it.

According to Tennessee Wildlife Resource Agency, the mourning dove is the most hunted migratory game bird in North America. I believe it, and I think every possible hunter is out there for the start of the season. The dove may be the symbol of peace, but they’ll be in pieces if they show a feather today.

While hunters are busy terminating doves, here on the farm we’re hoping for new life. One of the peahens is sitting on 4 eggs. It sure would be nice to see some little peachicks running around in the aviary. It just hasn’t been our year for peachicks. So far, zilch, nada, none.

While the hunters were after doves and the peahen sitting on her eggs, The Farmer was busy mowing the back yard today. This is news because it’s the first time he’s done it in years. We sold off the majority of our sheep and goats, and don’t have enough left to keep the grass eaten down like we used to.

He also tried out the new chainsaw he bought today. His previous chainsaw expired from old age. He sent it to the shop to be fixed and the bolts fell apart. Yeah, you could say it was extremely old.

While The Farmer was busy checking out his new chainsaw, some old trouble showed up to see what was happening. And what’s the biggest source of trouble on the farm? Why, the ornery little goats of course.

The one busy chewing Farmer’s pants is his special pet, a cashmere goat named Tom Thumb. He is the rare goat that would rather be petted than eat cracked corn.

And while the hunters hunted, the peafowl sat, and The Farmer sawed, there were bees and bugs busy gathering nectar from the newly blooming Sedum ‘Matrona’.

All around the area today, people and critters were busy as bees!

A Change in Weather

August 25, 2007

When I looked at the weather forecast today, it said the high would be 95° F. (35° C.). I thought, “Wow! It’s going to be a lot cooler today!”

You know it’s been too hot for too long, when 95°F. sounds cool!

It’s probably cooler because last night it rained. Not just a little-bitty, very brief hardly-wetted-down-anything shower, which is all we’ve got for weeks and weeks, but an honest to goodness thunder storm that lasted for hours. Wooooowwwww…. there was actually 2 ½ inches of water in the rain gauge this morning!

The garden was actually wet without me having to water it!
The dirt in the flower gardens was actually damp!

The pond had more water in it, which was all stirred up from the rain!

There were actually still WET spots on the driveway and road at mid-morning!

There was even a puddle of water on a little table on the front porch!

Did you notice all the fallen, brown leaves in these pictures? That’s because of the drought, cause it certainly isn’t fall, and the weather certainly hasn’t been cool, let alone frosty!

Yes indeed, we sure could use some more of this change in weather.

More rain, and cooler temps please!

Of Gardens And Goats…

July 27, 2007

Jess and I wandered out to check the garden last night. The Alabama Crimson Tide Honeysuckle by the gate is blooming. I love the color, and the hummingbirds love the nectar.

We’re actually getting some tomatoes and peppers out of our little garden. Jess helped pick the produce. He enjoys the fresh tomatoes and peppers for lunch, and store bought tomatoes just do not compare to home-grown vine-ripened tomatoes.

He also pulled the water hose out to the other end of the garden, attached a sprinkler, and let the water soak the earth around the most recently planted tomatoes and peppers. We keep hearing rumbles of thunder, but it’s just a tease, and we still haven’t been getting much rain.

As Jess pulled the hose through the fence around the garden, he noticed a caterpillar hanging on the fence. Yes, hanging.

I would guess it’s going to pupate. I have no idea what kind of caterpillar it is, and what type of moth or butterfly it will turn into,so will be out checking it from time to time to see what happens.

This morning after the guys were both off to work, I went out to check the garden again, fill the water buckets for the animals, and throw scraps to the peafowl. Things looked fairly normal at first, but then I saw a strange sight in the peafowl’s aviary – – –

Apparently, Cinnamon’s twin buck kids had stretched out the bungee cord and pushed their way through the door. Once in the aviary, they obviously couldn’t figure out how to get back out. Cinnamon was bawling, and they were playing “butt heads” (which seems pretty appropriate to me).

Those little rascals are such escape artists, but this time they escaped INTO prison. Serves them right. However, getting the goats OUT while leaving the peahens IN was a chore, but I finally managed.

I really got my goat(s). … at least until the next time the little Houdini’s escape!

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