My plans for the week went slightly awry. Some of us have come down with a bad case of a little illness I like to call "The Crud." I'm sure it's just a common cold, but giving it a new name is more accurate to how we're feeling right now.
And it's sounds less lethal than calling it "The Plague," which is how I'm really feeling.
Before "The Crud" hit, we managed to accomplish a few things...
My Mister was kind enough to teach me how to scrape the sod off of our new garden area. This is where we'll plant sweet corn, potatoes, and sunflowers. The boys cleaned out the chicken coop and put all the brown gold on top of the new garden area, where we planned to till it into the earth in another month or so.
Here's what went wrong with our planning. The new garden area is located on the south-facing side of our house. It is right next to the house...directly under the living room that has the largest opening windows...and the sun was shining...so we opened the windows...
Now the new garden is getting tilled this weekend, before the sunshine comes back.☺
Our wine-making skills were taken to a whole new level this week. Before the strawberry wine could be bottled, we had to sweeten it first. If we were going for a taste much like lighter fluid, it was a success. But in order for it to taste like the sweet wine it was meant to be, we had to play mad scientist first.
My Mister numbered glasses 1-5, with each glass having 1/2 teaspoon more sugar than the last. I like #3. He liked #5. So we went with #4.
I like this part of wine-making.☺
I know Blynken looks innocent standing here in her pen, but she has become the goat equivalent of Houdini. See the wood chunks next to the fence? We had them everywhere thinking she was somehow getting underneath the fencing.
Here's the thing about goats....they're smarter than their human counterparts.
Our goats just use the gate. Because they think they're human.
But mostly, because they can.
We're adding fence repair to our list of weekend activities too.
Ostracized by the Bourbon Red's, our Chocolate Turkey decided to start her own family. She managed to hatch out 2 poults on her own. (The other eggs were duds.) This little discovery excited our middle son, so he stalked the other turkeys for a week, carefully gathered their ambitious dreams,
and is now starting his own turkey family. This alone doesn't concern me though. It's this.
Tanner's organizational skills. They surpassed mine.
I may be out of a job soon.
And finally, we celebrated a birthday this week. Our "baby" turned 12.
Numbers may not be his thing after all.
While he may not be 21, he was pretty excited to open his gift.
Now if we can just pry it out of Grandma's hands....☺
This post is linked to The Homestead Barn Hop.