Sometime it must be spring.
Dad used to look out the window and say that the last winter he lived. He made it and died in that April. Now I see another spring too. And I always say if I don't hit the ground running in March I am sunk. Like usual, it is half past April already. I busted back and got most of the flower beds raked. I hate oak trees!
Haven't gotten barnyard on them yet, nor mulch from my wood chip pile. I set the hens to raking the one terrace and then the next when first was raked. They do good work and do it for birdseed. Problem is attention span. They work a short bit and then off to somewhere else. So it takes them days to do an area. But, easy for them to get under stuff and then all I need do is gather the piles they make.
I drove down the road. See the woods has that pink blush. It is caused by the shells of buds. The next is the green blush and then it seems over night it is BAM! Green woods. I noticed the lilacs have leaves a quarter inch already. Daffodils are in bloom. Grass in the meadow is greening. Nature is in its usual rush to start and get on with it before winter.
I brought seed containers up. Should start some soon. Lettuce sounds right. So much work ahead. Set buckets ready to plant. Buy plants. But, this is the time of hold...raining and 50 today and half the week ahead. I remember digging out and not making it home til the next day in the blizzard that hit mid April in 73. Suckers!
I have kittens everywhere the moms have hid them. Hens are laying almost a dozen eggs a day. ENOUGH already! Here, have a dozen eggs. YOU need them!!!
Time to clean the wood shed and start to fill it again. Fields need to get tilled. Weeds killed. The farm dictates life. And nature.
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My dad liked goose eggs. Mom and I didn't. They are very tight and tough, same as ducks. I guess taste is similar to hen. But it is texture I dislike.
My hens are crosses of ferals, and hybrids and pure hybrids. Some eggs are white, most browns. They range in size from bird egg to small to medium to large and once in a while..YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME..OW size.
There are chickens referred to as Easter eggers. They are Araconas.(sp) I had some. Lay green or blue or yellow eggs shells. I waited eagerly. THAT is IT? So pale? I thought like dyed eggs. So much for that. And the hen lays only the one color she picks, forever.
Shell color is genetic to birds for their need to hide and keep safe from predators. Altho..what is up with Robins?
It was 70° F on Easter Sunday I heard.
That is strange!! You're still seeing hawks,
eagles and owls I hope.
My first thought would be to blame spraying for West Nile virus.. but I'm no expert. I have seen changes In my area. An elderly lady once ask me about the bumble bee decline in this area. She lived not far from here.
It is just here? Do my chickens eat all the bugs? No bugs, no birds? What is happening?
Rachel Carson wrote a bird long ago...Silent Spring. Things were better later. Are we at risk once more? Take a long look around where you are at? Bugs? Birds?
My spinach is up and sugar snap peas are progressing nicely.
Still awaiting lots of other seeds to sprout.