Last weekend we planted new fruit trees and some tulips.
Spring is so wonderful. Such renewal and hope comes with spring.
Beatrice smells like rosemary every time she plays in the herbs on the
front porch. She loves planting and she is having so much fun.
Everything is brand new to her this spring and we are all having loads
of fun with her. The spark and love for nature, the outdoors, and gardening is especially reminiscent of Penelope and Charlotte.
Just the other day it was cute overhearing:
Sebastian age 6: Penelope, why do you have a seed collection anyway?
Penelope age 8: Because seeds are cool!
Penelope is so full of fun and nature. While my kids are
usually supportive of my wild ideas and random whims, I can always count on Penelope and
Charlotte to be 100% on board with whatever thing I come up with:
raising mealworms for chicken food, making a barn window trellis for growing mini
pumpkins up, planting 70 tomato plants, and most recently making
plantain salve. It's great for stings, bites, poison ivy, burns, and
rashes. We are calling our salve Penelope's Prairie Plantain Salve. Read in general
about plantain here. Penelope has been wearing prairie clothes for days. She even likes sleeping in her bonnet. It's adorable. She'll be nine in October. I cherish these days.
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Beatrice likes to think she is tying Penelope's apron. It's cute. She is such a helper. |
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Beatrice totally took to helping make the plantain and lavender extract. Bee loves being right in the middle of everything. 1 year old here but going on three. :) |
The Misadventures of an Insane Lady Farming on One Acre
Things are getting wild at our house. We really over extended ourselves. The animal situation got bad this spring. We had guineas, geese, goats, turkey, and chickens everywhere. They were loud, they were taking over, we had too many. Our neighbors, at least two of them but mainly one more than the other, think we are out of our ever loving minds. We culled 15 hens and got rid of a insanely loud guinea.
Oh guinea hens. I have such a love hate relationship with them. I love their weird little heads and their wobble walk. I love their football shaped bodies and how their skin and heads remind me of Boy George in his Culture Club days. (Sorry Boy George you looked way better than a guinea hen, but they still remind me of you.) I love how they graze, bobble around, act awkward, and eat pests. When we moved in here we had ants everywhere. Not a piece of dog food could fall or we'd have hundreds of ants on the porch. A few times each summer I had to treat the kitchen with deterrents or poison (Ants hate cinnamon and it worked most the time). Ever since getting guineas we have no ants anywhere that it matters. The only time I see an ant is when I flip over a rock. It's great! These birds though, they make a lot of noise. It's maddening. No actually it is. If you have a guinea that truly never shuts up it will drive you insane.
It happened to me. I was in the kitchen and this guinea that hadn't shut up outside my window for a solid week kept going and going and I flipped out. I banged on the window, I screamed, I ran outside with a rake and chased it and yelled I was going to kill it. My husband was half dressed for work at 6:45a.m. and he just starred at me. Then I
told him if he didn't kill it then I would. I got my (tiny) rifle out and he
intercepted. I knew he wouldn't let me shoot up the neighborhood. The
last time I shot at something I hit the garage and put little holes in the vinyl siding. Twice. (It was at a
truly feral cat attacking chickens. Never got the cat.) Well, we tried for weeks to shoot OR catch
that guinea. None of our other guineas were ever that wild. We couldn't
catch it for nothing. I begged Ricky to shoot it so we could just eat it. Finally that's what we were able to do.
The bourbon red toms are hilarious. They are a bit too friendly
and crowd in on the kids. They make their rounds from the backyard to
the front yard strutting their stuff, and they never, ever miss a BBQ.
The are underfoot like weird feathered dogs. They hang out with
the kids all the time.
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The turkeys eventually got in the sandbox with the kids. They creep
closer and closer until we finally tell them to back off
dudes! |
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Enjoying a popsicle in the shade ... and the tom turkey twins close in behind as usual |
One of the turkeys did try to get on Sebastian once -in a
dominate/mating type of way. Soooo, that was weird. You know that one
friend with the humpy dog? We might be that friend with a humpy
turkey instead.
Our only bourbon red female turkey sat on her eggs diligently for what seemed like forever. I was not expecting any results. We never saw the toms mate with her. We saw them fight, we saw them dance, we saw them show off for each other, they followed each other around non-stop, they are best friends forever, they are enamored with each other I tell you. Apparently they took some time to woo the female too though. One unsuspecting day I go out to the pen where she stayed and I heard peeping from under her! The first day there were four and I was so excited, the next morning there were nine! More excitement! Actually I was so excited that after finding them I ran in circles around the yard squealing "we have babies" and Charlotte saw me from the porch and said, "What the heck are you doing, mom?!" It was really funny. (I also think a neighbor saw me. They think we are NUTS anyway so that just sealed the deal.)
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Bright eyed little newborn sweeties! |
We are heritage turkey breeders!
Mealworm farming is going just okay. There have been ups and downs. I think it is totally ridiculous that with all I have to do I get the idea to try to raise food for the chickens. It's more of a science project that I mainly am involved in. And that's when I realized I'm kinda a homeschooler kid more than I am a homeschool mom. The kids ditched the worm interest a long time ago. I'm still on it like it's my 4-H project. I love my weird life.