I am not a morning person but I am enjoying getting up every morning to go milk my girls. It makes me happy and makes me feel good that I am able to supply some of the things we need.
I am currently sitting on my couch watching a movie . . . and thinking about the projects I need to get up and go work on. I got up this morning and milked the girls. After it was daylight good I got out and started rolling out the roll of fence that I got a while back through the woods the see how much more area I can give the goats. I need to get back out and start attaching it to posts and trees and get it finished.
I had to stop so I could go pickup my middle boy who has been at church camp all week. Then I took the kids to McDonalds for lunch and came home.
I need to work on the chicken run so that Jake can't push the wire loose and get in stupid dog Just need to fix one corner that he has managed to pull loose from the board and push through. He seems to only get in when I throw scraps (peelings, watermelon rinds, old bread, etc) to the chickens. It's now stuff he'll eat he's just nosy!
I need to get up and get the fridge full of tomatoes canned. I want to go work in the garden - I want to put in some more peas. and weed/mow, etc . . . .
It's hot and HUMID outside, after just a few minutes my clothes are wringing wet so I'm sitting here procrastinating
We got somewhere between 12 (I actually counted this amount) and 18 inches of rain when TS Debby came through last week - our rain gauge was overflowing when I got home from work, but a girl up the road was home and dumped theirs and counted 18.
This is what is affectionately called "the swamp" even when it's dry. It's in the bottom front corner of our property and the goats fence runs through it cause that's where my property line is:
This was the first part of the fence that had electric fence put on it and it still has 2 strands - if you look close you can see that the bottom strand is under the water I had to wade through there and put on new insulators and raise the wire above the water so I could turn the fence back on. Most of that water is deeper than my boots are tall . . . but at least my feet were cool
This is the spaghetti sauce I canned last week from the tomatoes DH got me:
I still have probably 10lbs of tomatoes in the fridge to do something with
Now I remember why I don't talk to too many folks at work . . .
I was outside on break and this girl was talking about having ducks and chickens . . which was cool . . Then she said
that she couldn't eat chicken wings at a restaurant last night because she kept thinking about her chickens She doesn't want to know where her food comes from, etc
This of course sparked a conversation that never ends well . .
I say . . . I have chickens that I raise specfically to eat and they always say . . . really, eww, how can you do that? etc
LOL! Funny isn't it. My mother watched a documentary on how commercial chickens are raised and then she was so done (she said) with buying from the store and wanted me to start raising broilers for us all. I told her we would butcher a few layers first to see how she liked it. So a few weeks ago, I did a rooster we had not planned on having (bought hens so he was an oopsie). She would not touch it because even though she hated that roo, he was "a pet". Back to Walmart for her I guess.
Just saw a poultry truck the other day laden with meat birds packed in so tightly that they couldn't even move. The kids asked me where it was going and I told them it was going to a processor to make chicken nuggets for restaurants. I felt so bad for those chickens packed in there like that.