The best help around, at least we think so, Whitney and Jamie putting out the corn starts a couple of weeks ago. Jen has gradually gotten use to the idea of transplanting certain crops that she's always direct sown, corn being one. Farmer's with a longer recent history here practice what she would never dream of, but the touchy past two springs have forced her to try the local way. And if there is an award for apprentice of the year... we have a nomination.
The other male on the farm, and we pretty much can't stand each other - I mean, he started it. And now its just ridiculous. He left the run to follow me the other day - just to attack me. I had to defend myself, but then I felt guilty. Good news though: I carried a machete into the run the next day during their feeding. My aim? If he attacked me I'd only just let him feel the tip, nothing heavy, no problem. But he kept his distance - as if he's been around and knows what a machete is. Speaking of him being around, I sometimes think that his flamboyant colors are related to his aggressive behavior, as if he grew up in cockfighting land and someone bred him to look wild and fight the same. But he didn't. His ancestors maybe? Where did we get that egg?
Robin eggs accidentally stumbled upon. Cover 'em up and walk away.
new dockton road bling.
The other farm all-star, sister extraordinaire, shelling pea, checking the latest standby lists for a flight home.
Farmer Jen working an angle.
the sensitive muddy five toed prints of our strawberry eating friends Procyon lotor, northern racoons. Procyon, I hear that water aids your ability to feel textures with your hands. That is great. So you like strawberries too? That's cool, its something we have in common. They're sweet and good. But I prefer it when you eat our compost, or when I see you running down the road away from here.
The best help around, at least we think so, Whitney and Jamie putting out the corn starts a couple of weeks ago. Jen has gradually gotten use to the idea of transplanting certain crops that she's always direct sown, corn being one. Farmer's with a longer recent history here practice what she would never dream of, but the touchy past two springs have forced her to try the local way. And if there is an award for apprentice of the year... we have a nomination.
The other male on the farm, and we pretty much can't stand each other - I mean, he started it. And now its just ridiculous. He left the run to follow me the other day - just to attack me. I had to defend myself, but then I felt guilty. Good news though: I carried a machete into the run the next day during their feeding. My aim? If he attacked me I'd only just let him feel the tip, nothing heavy, no problem. But he kept his distance - as if he's been around and knows what a machete is. Speaking of him being around, I sometimes think that his flamboyant colors are related to his aggressive behavior, as if he grew up in cockfighting land and someone bred him to look wild and fight the same. But he didn't. His ancestors maybe? Where did we get that egg?
Robin eggs accidentally stumbled upon. Cover 'em up and walk away.
new dockton road bling.
The other farm all-star, sister extraordinaire, shelling pea, checking the latest standby lists for a flight home.
Farmer Jen working an angle.
the sensitive muddy five toed prints of our strawberry eating friends Procyon lotor, northern racoons. Procyon, I hear that water aids your ability to feel textures with your hands. That is great. So you like strawberries too? That's cool, its something we have in common. They're sweet and good. But I prefer it when you eat our compost, or when I see you running down the road away from here.
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