Out here on the Walker farm we are having jungle weather with lots of humidity. All a person has to do is walk outside to sweat. I don’t usually sweat so when I do it is hot. After a first good start the heat burnt up most of the bean plants. Thankfully we’ve had a couple of good rains since so some have survived enough to eat on. As usual the weeds are just fine and flourishing no matter what the weather. I planted a couple more rows of beans for this fall before the rain came. The ground was so dry and hard. Thankfully with the rain the beans have sprouted.
I had to move my two lone guinea hen chicks back to the hen house as something got two of my four in the shed. I declare they take more work to raise than baby ducks or chicks combined. So far the two- I call Prissy and Missy until I hopefully discover that one is a male (horrors if both of them are male as I will have to figure out some different gender appropriate names) - are growing and flourishing. I’m calling my pair of white ducks Romeo and Juliet hoping that one day I shall see some baby ducks and not like Shakespeare they lie down and die.
In the hen house for the first time I have a hen sitting on six eggs. I am so excited. Of course there was a bit of drama before the dust settled as usual. I discovered my broody hen sitting on a huge egg that a hen had started laying in the corner where my feed barrel is up against a row of nest buckets about waist high. I confiscated the egg knowing from prior experience that the large ones invariably turn into roosters. I found four still warm eggs that had been laid that day and made a hollow spot under the brooder in some straw on the floor and tried to convince my broody hen that this was a much better place to sit on some eggs. Do you think her bird brain would agree? I spent around thirty minutes lying flat on the floor with my arm stretched out under the brooder chasing her in and out- even boxing her in- to sit on the eggs to no avail. In disgust I gave up and gathered up the eggs. The next day didn’t I find my broody hen again in the corner of the feed barrel sitting on a huge egg. So I took the large egg and found four more warm eggs, which she accepted and with her beak pushed under her furry body. Since she was practically sitting on top of the feed barrel lid I took straw and made more of a nest around her scooting her over a bit. The next day since she was still on the eggs I added two more. We have worked out a system where every other day when I throw scraps down on the floor, my broody hen jumps down to eat and I carefully lift the lid and get feed out to fill the feeders. I’ve marked the date on the calendar when any action should begin. Now I just have to figure out how to keep chicks that hatch from falling down to the floor. Any suggestions?
Tex will officially be one years old on the 18th. I have bought a special bone for the occasion to celebrate his birthday. It has been quite a year with Texie boy. Just as the blackberries faded out the grapes started ripening and guess who had his nose stuck in the grape vines chomping on purple grapes with his greedy little teeth? I keep checking for teeth marks in my tomatoes. If I find any I shall know who the culprit is. Between everything going on I did manage to paint my porch rockers and swing one day. Of course Tex had to “help” so there are a few white paw prints decorating my porch now.
I do have another bear story. This time Tex was making a racket just after I got up one morning last week so I raced outside in my PJ’s and boots to see what was going on. Lo and behold this time is was a half grown bear in my woods. Every day I check the electric fence to make sure it is on. Sometime in the night the wind had knocked down some branches and it had gone down. I grabbed a stick to help the dogs chase the bear off when it turned and charged at my dogs. I whirred around to go inside to call my neighbor fellow to get his gun only to see his car go down the road towards town. So I grabbed my cordless phone, woke up Dwight in town, and told him I needed help with a bear keeping an eye on things from a distance. Twice more the bear turned around and charged my dogs before it lumbered to the gate by Dwight’s workshop and climbed over heading in the woods in the opposite direction of the first bear. My shed was in a big mess. The bear had knocked over my feed barrel with a lid on it and had eaten almost 50 lbs of the corn for the ducks. So Saturday Dwight built me a solid heavy wooden door to the shed. The guys are advising me to get some bear spray to carry and defend myself with if necessary. Personally, I’d rather try my luck with a taser gun and zap the living daylights out of it.
The hot and humid weather is hard on Dana’s breathing even with oxygen. I’m only able to get to church twice a month when Dwight is here to stay with Dana as he is more confused and can’t remember more than one thing at a time. Every morning I have to give Dana eye drops, make sure he takes his meds, checks his sugar, takes the proper amount of insulin, does a breathing treatment, and gets on oxygen just to begin the day with. Dana is making it out to church less than once a month now.
Whew! I shall close this lengthy (what my brother-in-law called my letters to my sister in the days before email and texting) epistle. Stay cool on your end and I’ll try and keep everything going and in one piece on mine.
Until next time~
PS At the end of July Case had a birthday and turned nine-years-old. Dwight got and fixed up a dirt bike for Case, who was thrilled to death- grandma less so. These grand-kids grow up too fast. Fifteen-year-old Annette now has a driver’s permit. It seems only like yesterday when I was in the front seat of the car with her mother as she learned to drive at that age.