Lisa, loved your 12 seasons post -- it's so true. I'm liking the 70-degree days better than the 40-something nights. But, still better than the scorchers we had earlier.
What's your secret for growing blueberries? Every bush I've planted has died. Same with raspberries. Only the aronias and the blackberries thrive. I made a chicken wire and bird netting cage around the new everbearing strawberries and I MAY get to eat some of those before pests ruin them.
How excited are you about Saturday's pup?
Jim, what's the latest on your driveway upgrade? And, what's Annie's newest project? Her work ethic always impresses me.
Grasshoppers are thick this year and I catch them every day chomping on my tomatoes, just before they're ripe enough (not even completely ripe) to pick. Monday night, I was able to pick one large, perfect red heirloom tomato. I was set for BLT's (with plant-based bacon) until I realized I was out of bacon. Bought some yesterday and went out last night to harvest lettuce. Between bolting and whatever's eating that, today I now need to buy some lettuce. Perhaps, I will have a BLT tonight?
Since she reverted to sleeping in the nest box, not the roost, Bronwyn and I returned to the far-away-but-excellent avian vets. Her feet are still tender and healing is taking a bit longer than expected. But the vet trimmed away some of the scab to show that there's no underlying bumble infection. Of course, now Bronwyn's feet have open "wounds", which means another week or so of meds.
Bronwyn's exam also revealed mites near her vent. Yikes!! Today I will treat chickens and scrub coops. AFTER I try to capture the wild cats in the basement for their in-town vet visit to update shots. Which I still think is crazy, since the only time they leave the house is to go to the vet.
I didn't see my little squirrel friend for a couple of days. Last night, I spotted Walker frantically trying to get off the garage roof. How the heck did he get up there? Since he can't see, he kept running to the edge as if trying to find a branch to climb on. I coaxed him the best I could (while precariously and most stupidly balanced on a ladder) and finally, he figured out where there was a not-too-tall mulberry tree. Once he landed there, I pulled down the branches to help him safely reach the ground. I'm relieved and happy that he's alive.
IF I can ever get all my critter stuff under control, there's a bunch of too-tall grass and more buffalo burrs calling my name. Actually, they're probably laughing at me.
