5.31.2011 Hot!

That one word rather sums it up. Hard to get much done when you’re panting in the shade trying to not die of heat stroke. Me, the dog and the ducks. We haven’t been working much between 11 am and 6 pm. Though I have to say, the ducks are quickly filling the hole in my soul left by the departure of the turkeys. They do like to follow me around and are quite chatty. While not as profoundly silly as turkeys, they emit a pleasant, and nearly continuous low-level commentary about how they are starving and I really should feed them. Wonder if my cat taught them that?


Mostly the last couple of days has been about keeping everything watered. Plants and animals. Taking cool well water to everyone in the morning and then again in the afternoon and sometimes again in the evening. I started making big ice cubes in plastic containers yesterday and those are getting dropped into the chicken waterers just to make the water drinkable a little longer during the day.


The Ameracauna momma hen resumed her lay a couple of days ago and as of this evening, she has abandoned her 3 chicks. She’s up on the roost with all the grownups. Her brood is huddled together on the grass in the corner. They are just beginning to grow in their flight feathers. They’re four weeks old.


This morning, I put the saddle back on the momma and then trimmed the roosters toenails with the dog toenail clippers. He took it surprisingly well. Until the dog licked him. He’ll take humiliations from me, but from the dog, well that was expecting too much. Other than him tearing up his hens, he really is a great rooster. Easy to handle once caught and makes sure his girls get the best goodies.


We tried to hook up the tiller to the tractor tonight, my daughter, my husband and I. We encountered a problem I’ve never had before and had to call in help. My good friend stopped by on his way home from work and gave us a long lesson on what all the dangly bits behind the tractor do. So much more informative than the salesman. Now, I have actually read the manual and it was mostly a laundry lists of “thou shalt nots.” It’s not an operators manual at all. It’s a manual on how not to get killed by your Kubota. Important stuff to know, but distinctly lacking functional instruction. I learn a little more each time I visit with friends and neighbors but there are still quite a few levers, pins, hoses and cables whose purpose eludes me. Life on the learning curve. Sigh.

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