I can’t believe July is almost over. I’m pretty sure I make some sort of similar comment every time I post about our week. Sorry. Not too much going on around here. We did receive a little relief in the heat department. Temperatures have finally settled back down into the low 100s. I think we even had a high in the 90s this week. Sad that 98 degrees is reason to celebrate. Anyway, relief came because of some much appreciated rain.
How can you not play in the rain when it comes only five or six times a year (okay, maybe a few more times, but not many.)
We picked the last of our pumpkins this week, I think the goats are enjoying them the most. (Speaking of goats, we’re drying up Cyclone in preparation for her hopeful delivery this fall. We’re already missing the milk.) Got off track, back to the garden — our butternut squash is still not quite done and has oddly started producing again. The leaves are still as green as can be. Same is true with our sugar baby watermelon plant. Much to my surprise, I counted eight new little watermelons starting to grow. Hurray.
Joy’s little babies are getting so big. This past week, they began to eat solid foods. They started with fresh veggies and are now nibbling at the rabbit feed. Joy is by far our sweetest rabbit, and her babies have all had her temperament. They love to be held and handled. Eve’s babies on the other hand are more like her — not really into people and a bit mischievous.
The baby chicks are not babies anymore. They are so big. It’s time for them to move into the big chicken run.
Introducing new chickens is tricky. Chickens are not nice. Bad timing for our older chickens. Egg production is getting pretty low. I’m not sure if it’s the temperatures or if they are done with the whole egg laying gig. When we first started this little homesteading project, I thought there was no way I’d be able to harvest the chickens just because they stopped laying. I would feel too much like the mean farmer’s wife in Chicken Run who wants to turn the chickens into chicken pie when they stop producing.
Fast forward a couple of years, and I totally understand the idea that farm animals are not pets. When they stop producing, their time is up. For the record, I still don’t like the farmer’s wife.
On the family front, our big news for the week is that Thomas learned how to swim thanks to an excellent teacher, dad. Hurray for Thomas.
Oh, and I have to include this picture of Muf in his new goggles (note to self, do not wait until the end of the season to buy goggles — your choices are very limited).