Harvest Time...

was not not easy this year. Or so I hear (having remained safely inside for the duration).

Rain, rain, came again and soaked everything in one long soggy day - it was like the flood waters hadn't been receding for the past two months.

Anyhoo, at long last, the bales were completed this past week when a string of warm and windy days dried everything up again.

There was an impressive number of bales, which I would share with you if I remembered it. Suffice to say...the herd should make the winter.

I hereby acknowledge....

that I have been a crap blogger. Forgive me, oh minions. :)

I know you are waiting with baited breath (what does that mean?). I will be posting more shortly (unless I don't).

Harvest time..

AKA...Farm Machinery Repair Season.

Peter returned from a day of cutting the other day with a big black eye. Questions about the hay bine (cutting machine thingee) received no reply. On the upside, said hay bine is still out in the field and not crowding out the baler awaiting repairs in front of the shop.

Yay.

Quote of the Day

"Well, the chickens that've survived...look pretty good!", Dad.

Happier than pigs in mud

Wandered to the park in Yorkton. Turned our backs and by the time we looked back, the boys had found a mud puddle.

What the hell...off with their shirts and we plunked down to watch them have the BEST time for the next two hours.

Other families steered clear. Was it something we said?

Quote of the day... "That was the best day EVER!" Matthew Washington.

Moth season...ewww.

Good news! Mosquitoes have retreated...we can exit the house!

Bad news. Moths have moved in. Evenings are spent in dim lighting wielding bug zapper paddles.

They practically ignite. Definitely spark. Gross.

Relocation, relocation, relocation

Bythe dim light of a huge moon (GORGEOUS shot included), the intrepid troupe of me, Dad and Peter headed out to separate the chickens.

Yup, they're almost growed up now, time to expand the coop.

33 of the roughly 90 surviving flock were relocated to the new digs.

They're slow and stupid-er at this time of the evening. They've settled down and won't run away. Smarter chickens would be INSIDE, but not these ones.

So, it's just a matter of putting them in the crate, carting them to the other coop and disgorging.

Then they're all settled in for the night.

Cluck, cluck.