Life goes on here on the homestead. We have been harvesting collards and kale for a couple months now, but yesterday we had our first harvest from our basil plants.
We planted a bunch of basil this year primarily for one reason: fresh pesto is one of the best summer dinners on the planet. I love it.
4 cups basil, 1 cup Parmesan, 1/2 cup toasted pine nuts, 4 cloves garlic, salt, pepper, all blended in the food processor with enough olive oil drizzled in to make a smooth mix. Tonight served with fresh tomatoes and sliced spiced peaches with fresh mint leaves.
The battles with the pool pump lead to the instillation of a new motor.
My next possible repair project may have just appeared in the bottom of the glass of ice water I just got from the fridge.
But then again sometimes things do get finished. Now that the beans are up I finished putting all the lines up on our bean teepee.
Now it’s time to sit back, take a little break and watch the UEFA Champions league final. I’ll leave you with a photo of a leopard moth that paid us a visit yesterday.
Spring showers have turned to torrential downpours in the past few weeks. While it leaves a muddy mess, it has been great for the garden.
A contractor for the power company came through to clear the power lines on one edge of our property. We were planning to get someone to come bushhog the area, but we wanted to do it after a blackberry harvest. But hey, at least this was free and very quick. Now we have a lot more space to do stuff with.
A windy day brought down a couple of the dead trees that had been hanging over our driveway. Unfortunately, the trees were covered by a giant batch of poison ivy.
After work yesterday I had to make a run to the hardware store for some supplies to fix a pump, and when we turned out of the drive a black bear was running up the road.
The bear looks to be a couple hundred pounds, but I am more concerned by who I found in the goat barn this morning.
I know black snakes aren’t a real danger to me, but there are plenty of things here on the homestead that it could eat, including ….
That’s right we finally have some more ducklings here at Snuggly Duckling Farm. Of course it wasn’t our ducks that did the hatching though. It was our good mother hen.
We gathered up some duck eggs from around the yard (because our ducks lay everywhere) and stuck them under our mother hen who had gone broody again. She hatched all three we put under her. One of our other hens went broody shortly after this one began to sit and is due to hatch her eggs any day now. From what we’ve read the ducklings would be okay with the chickens if they were by themselves, but with chicks around the ducklings may have a rough go of it. But for now the ducklings are just babys amongst the flock.
Have a great race day folks. It’s off to the couch to watch the Monti Carlo gran prix and get ready for the greatest spectacle in sports the Indy 500.
One thing I’ve learned about living the homestead kind of life is that there are very few days that don’t have at least one project to be worked on. Whether it is building a new worm composter.
Picking up a load of free mulch from the dump.
Digging up an old satellite post that was in the way.
Cleaning out the goat barn has gotten a little more difficult as a task since Caro has shown the baby goats how to be in the way.
The big project for yesterday was turning a hole in the side of the chicken coop…
….into a new set of external laying boxes.
Of course that means it’s off to the store for to get paint for the boxes as today’s project.
What’s been going on on the old homestead you ask?
Well flowers are blooming.
Family is visiting.
And baby goats are growing.
Happy Easter world. Sunrise is something I get to enjoy pretty much each morning here. I hope those who made it out to sunrise services throughout the world had a similar beautiful one.
We added to our little homestead this week when Vivi gave birth to a buckling.
The other buckling, Shep, is two week old now and even though he was not happy when we disbudded him, has come around to being interested in us. Or at least interested in my shorts.
Have a great week world.
The days go by so fast sometimes. With spring here and temperatures going up and down to almost freezing, we are trying to get as much done as we can. We completed the chicken tractor. We bought a coop from Tractor Supply and then attached it to a base frame with some wheels and added a door. Thus the baby chicks moved from the dining room table to the great outdoors.
The ducks remembered where their house was and started laying again.
We got our potatoes in the ground. We watched a video where a guy just cleared an area, put down some blood meal and then covered them all with a bunch of used straw. It seemed so easy that we thought we would give it a go.
The cat helped in her usual way of course.
The temperature dipped to near freezing the other night so baby goat got to wear his sweater.
Have a great week my friends.
It’s been a little while since I last posted, so I’m glad to have something great to post today. One of our two nubians, Sidda, gave birth to a little baby boy.
Open to suggestions for a name if you have one.
The last week has seen a some changes around here. First, the record high temperatures have turned chilly and included some very foul high winds. Thankfully, whoever built our firewood storage shelter built it nice and strong.
At least it matches some of the other trees over the driveway.
My father-in-law brought us some chicks that the Southern States near him were giving away when you bought a bag of chicken food.
So once again our dining room table has become home to a brooder.
My wife and I had been reminiscing at dinner about the various wildlife that had visited us since we had moved out here. The first week we moved in, we saw wild turkeys wandering through but haven’t seen them in a long time. Well, ask and you shall receive.
Have a great week and go VCU!
The starting of seeds has gone into full effect over the past couple weeks.
Now it’s time for me to get my butt going and get the beds ready for all these little beauties.