Well, here it is. The first day of my Fiddlin' Farm Days blog. I'm not quite sure where to start so I'll just dive in. That's how I tend to do things anyway. Don't have a clue what I'm doing? No problem! I'll just dive on in. Trial and error, that's what I say. Seems like it's usually more error than anything else though.
The past couple of days I've been focused on trying to keep everything watered. It's extremely hot and our garden is begging for any liquid it might be given. Something has been eating our squash.....not sure what the culprit is. I know the chickens have been getting into them when they can during the day but they are in their coop at night. We have thought about sitting on the porch after dark to see what we might be able to see, but the thought of mosquitoes and possibly varmints like possums or something even worse, snakes, creeping up on us brings us back to our senses and we decide we'll just see what's missing in the morning. I have managed to keep most of the chickens in their yard during the day but there are three rebels who love to fly over as soon as they finish their food in the morning. It's the exact same routine every morning. They finish their food, fly over the fence, and run up to the back porch to see what they may be able to scrounge up there. They will consume whatever cat food is left and then proceed over to Precious's (our beagle) food bowl and continue to taste. Precious has become very privy to this and waits for the opportune time to pounce. They don't seem very fazed by this though. Dog food must be some sort of gourmet food. They are very comical to watch and the expression, "bird brain", is very appropriate.
We have a cat named Cinderella who is actually a boy but we did not know this at the time we named her. So, we still call him "her" and "Cinderella"....too confusing to change now. Anyway, this cat thinks she's a dog and it's absolutely hilarious. The other day I was working on the chicken fence (the story of my life these days) and I looked up to find that quite a few chickens had meandered into the garden. I casually said, "Cinderella, get those chickens out of our garden." To my suprise and flat out amusement, she took out for the garden and herded all the chickens out but one! I sat amazed and said, "Well, there's one more. Go get it." And again, off she went and chased the last one out. It was really priceless and I wish I could have gotten it on video. I will posts some pictures of our animals soon.
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