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Odd Veggies, Greenhouse, and Bumblefoot

Saturday, August 15th, 2009

Remember that mutant squash thingy that’s taking over my garden? This is what it looked like the end of July:

Mystery Squash

And this is what it looks like today:

pumpkin

I believe this is The Great Pumpkin!

And look what I found in the garden today:

tomato

Who knew tomatoes have noses?

And speaking of tomatoes, our greenhouse tomatoes are doing pretty well in there.

greenhouse,tomatoes

greenhouse,tomatoes

So are the bell peppers.

greenhouse,bellpeppers

The fig trees daddy rooted for me are looking pretty good.

greenhouse,figs

You can see some tomatoes coming up in the little pots next to the figs. I’m going to stagger the tomato plantings in the greenhouse to see if we can manage to get tomatoes late into the fall.

And just look at these pretty Canna Lilies mama brought up for me:

canna lily

canna lily

I have a million things to do today and don’t feel like doing a single one of them. I did actually take the time to open up Duke’s bumblefoot again this morning after I gave him his Pen-G injection. I’ve known I’ve needed to do that for several days now, but was hoping the Pen-G would take care of the problem. I didn’t really plan to do it today, but when I removed the wrap so I could change it, I noticed the scab on the bottom of his foot was lifting in one place. I took an exacto knife blade and lifted the scab a little more, and the whole thing started coming lose. This time it had the “plug” I’ve read so much about.

I cleaned his foot out really well, and packed it with terramycin powder mixed with antibiotic cream. The terramycin is a Bacteriostatic Antibiotic – which means it prevents invading bacteria from reproducing, allowing the immune system to kill them. Pen-G is a Bactericidal Antibiotic – which means it kills the invading bacteria. I don’t think it’s usually a good idea to mix the two. From what I’ve read they can sometimes work against each other. But I’m hoping that by packing Duke’s foot with the terramycin this one time, it will help keep any remaining bacteria at bay so the Pen-G can kill it off over the next few days.

I’m NOT a doctor, nor am I a vet. And I’m certainly not telling anyone how to treat bumblefoot. I’m just doing my best to save my cranky rooster. And he seems to appreciate it. Just look how dad gum happy he looks:

Silver Gray Dorking rooster

Chicken Fried Week

Tuesday, August 11th, 2009

Thanks to all who weighed in on helping name this little girl:

Earlene

Jocelyn from Physical Possum suggested Earlene of Dork, and that’s what I’ve decided to name her. Earlene isn’t a bad name, but it was Jocelyn’s comment that won me over:

I tried reading this http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Courtesy_titles_in_the_United_Kingdom, and then my head exploded.

But if I’m only slightly reading this right:
“For example, the Duke of Norfolk is also the Earl of Arundel and the Lord Maltravers. His eldest son is therefore styled Earl of Arundel. Lord Arundel’s eldest son (should he sire one during his father’s lifetime) will be styled Lord Maltravers. However, only the Duke of Norfolk is actually a peer; his son Lord Arundel and his hypothetical grandson Lord Maltravers remain commoners.”

Then I vote for Duke’s daughter’s name to be “Earlene of Dork”

I am still uncertain how Jocelyn made the leap from the Duke-of-the-Earl-of-the-Lord-of-the-son-of-the-peer-of-the-grandson to Earlene of Dork, but the fact that she did made me laugh. So, Earlene of Dork it is! And if you need a chuckle, stop by and visit Jocelyn.

Eggs are hatching, and more hens are going broody. There are five new peeps in the coop right now and two more broodies. My neighbor gave me 12 eggs from his chickens to put under my broodies. I set them Wednesday night. Maybe you can imagine my utter SHOCK when I checked broodies Saturday and found a baby chick peeping in one of the nests! THREE DAYS after I put the eggs in there. Unfortunately, the chick was very weak, and didn’t make it through the night.

I had a chat with the neighbor and he was quite pleased that he managed to surprise me so much. As it turns out, he took the eggs from under one of his broodies to give me. And he has no idea if the eggs are all the same age. Apparently they are NOT. None of the others has even pipped yet. *sigh* I explained to him that there are 11 eggs left now and if others begin hatching the mama hens are only going to set on the remaining eggs for a day or two longer. They will abandon unhatched eggs after a couple of days of the first hatches because they need to get the babies out to eat and drink and learn how to be chickens. Of the remaining 11, I have no clue how many more, if any, will hatch. If they do stagger in hatch dates, I have a couple of broodies I can hopefully stick the unhatched eggs under.

Thanks for all the kind words of concern for Duke and his bumblefoot. Unfortunately, his foot does not seem to be healing. I continue to dress it each day, and on Sunday I began Pen-G antibiotic injections. Bernie is at the feed store as I type this – looking for terramycin powder for me. I’ve read that some have had success mixing it with an antibiotic ointment and packing the foot with it. I hate to put Duke through yet another cutting, but I’m not comfortable that I’ve gotten all I need to get out of that foot. We’ll try it one more time and pack it with terramycin powder. He takes his injections and foot dressings like a real trooper, although I can tell he is beginning to tire of the daily regiment I put him through. I am tiring of it as well. But we’ve got to get past this infection and I am hopeful the Pen-G and terramycin powder will kick in and do that.

As you can see, it’s been a chicken fried week here on the homestead. You know how anal I am with these chickens. You can imagine just what a tail spin the neighbors’ eggs and Duke’s foot have put me in. But it honestly pleases me that my most stressful days now concern chickens, rather than a two hour commute and action packed day at the office.

And I like chicken fried stuff.

Bee Free,
Penny

Hard Working, Homeless House Wren

Friday, August 7th, 2009

Do you remember last May when Bernie found a House Wren nest and an egg in his sawmill? Well, he succeeded in causing the wren to relocate – right to the engine of one of his lawn tractors.

House Wren Nest

Each week Bernie lifts the hood of his lawn tractor, and each week he finds one of these:

House Wren Nest

The nests are really well built. The twigs are weaved into a perfect little dome. They never have any eggs in them, and I think I now know why. I found the below on a Pennsylvania Game Commission web page.

Wrens in general:

Some wrens nest in cavities; others build roofed structures out of plant matter. The males of several species build “dummy” nests, preliminary nests placed in tree cavities, woodpecker holes and nest boxes, and less frequently in odd enclosed spaces such as tin cans, pockets of clothing hung outdoors, hats, boots, flower pots and drainpipes. Later, a female will choose one of the male’s dummy nests, finish its construction, and lay eggs in it.

House Wren:

Males arrive on the breeding grounds in late April or early May. They establish territories of one-half acre or larger and advertise for females with a rich, liquid song. Males build dummy nests out of twigs in tree cavities, nest boxes or hollow fence posts; one male may construct up to seven such nests, defending them and the space around them. When building dummy nests, house wrens may destroy the nests and young of tree swallows, chickadees, bluebirds and prothonotary warblers. Females either arrive later than the males or stay hidden in brush until they begin inspecting the males’ territories. If a female finds a territory to her liking, she will finish one of the male’s dummy nests by adding a lining of grass, plant fibers, rootlets, feathers and animal hair.

I really wish that little wren would find somewhere else to build his nests. He doesn’t stand much of a chance of scoring with a female wren when his nests keep getting destroyed each week. He can thank the mice for Bernie’s diligence in checking under the hood of anything around here before he starts the motor. Those mice taught Bernie a lesson the hard way on that subject.

Anyone got room for a hard working, homeless house wren?

Prison Wine Revisited

Wednesday, August 5th, 2009

If you’ve been following this blog for a while, you may recall the Prison Wine I made two or three years ago. If you haven’t been following this blog that long, well….. I made Prison Wine two or three years ago.

Prison Wine is extremely easy to make. Here’s the recipe, if you are interested. I made my first batch with apples, but you can use any fruit. If you’re using berries, just squish them up a bit before you measure in the six cups.

Not only can Prison Wine be fairly potent, it can also be VERY sweet. I experimented using less sugar and ended up with a couple of batches of vinegar. I was able to successfully cut the amount of sugar down to about 5 cups, but there was frankly little difference in the sweetness.

This year I decided to try making some Prison Wine out of the raspberries we picked in June, and I decided to do something a little different. I used our beer making buckets, instead of a gallon glass jar. This allowed me to add more water – plus the bucket has an airlock, so I didn’t have to worry about the wine bubbling out when it got to fermenting or about it getting too much oxygen. I ended up using 10 cups of smashed raspberries, 6 cups of sugar, and 2 gallons of water. It fermented for about 6 weeks. And this past weekend, we bottled it.

Prison Wine

I like this batch MUCH better than the previous ones. It’s not near as sweet. And it kind of tastes like a Merlot – well, at least like I imagine a Merlot would taste if it was made in prison using only smuggled fruit, stolen sugar, and some kind of water.

But just look how pretty this stuff is:

Prison Wine

And the really cool thing is that one of our neighbors traded me a bottle of that wine for a dozen fertile eggs from his chickens! So I’m going to stick those eggs under yet ANOTHER broody hen and see what hatches.

Oh, for those of you keeping score, I currently have three more broodies – two Phoenix’s and one Hamburg. The Phoenix’s are due to hatch theirs out next week. The Hamburg went broody this week, and it is she that is going to get the neighbor’s eggs tonight.

That makes a total of nine broodies this year. Two of them have gone broody three times this year.

Thank goodness for Prison Wine. I think I need it right about now.

Bee Free,
Penny

Fashion Runway

Friday, July 31st, 2009

Today, Duke is modeling a faux denim leg wrap, accented with a small band of waterproof adhesive tape.

Silver Gray Dorking rooster

Nothing screams “Masculinity” louder than a faux denim leg wrap baby!

Mystery Squash and Glamor Shot

Thursday, July 30th, 2009

Bernie and don’t plant squash in our garden. Bernie does not care for squash – although he recently told me he does like Acorn Squash. Geez, the things you learn after 20 + years of marriage. At any rate, he doesn’t particularly care for squash and I’ve learned that people who grow squash are usually eager to share it, so I count on the generosity of others to supply a fresh squash once or twice a year to satisfy my taste for it.

So, when a volunteer squash sprouted up next to the tomatoes this spring, I was pretty darn happy to have just one little ol’ plant that would likely produce plenty of squash for the one person that eats it around here. I figured it was a seed from some Zucchini Bernie’s mom and dad gave us a couple of years ago. I remembered throwing the ends of the Zucchini in our compost pile, and we used the compost pile in the garden this year.

As time went on, this squash really started getting big. It began sprawling outside of the raised bed it was rooted in, and before too long it choked out the vegetables I had growing in straw bales.

Squash

This wasn’t especially upsetting to me because I’ve been very disappointed in my experiment with straw bale planting – but that’s another story for another time. The squash plant began to bloom and I began to get excited to finally see what the heck kind of squash we were growing. And this is what we’re growing:

Mystery Squash

OK, so all you squash experts out there – what the heck kind of mutant squash are we growing around here? And will it stop spreading or do I need to call the National Guard?

I ran out of gauze wrap, so I cut up some scrap material to make the wrap for Duke’s leg. This morning I wrapped it in baby blue bunny print fabric.

Silver Gray Dorking rooster

Fortunately, he’s so fat he can’t see his feet. Unfortunately, all the other chickens are laughing at him. He hasn’t spoken to me all day.

Bee Free,
Penny

Great. Another Resume Entry.

Wednesday, July 29th, 2009

Well, along with routinely sticking my finger up hens’ butts, I can now add performing minor surgery to my ever growing Chicken Ownership Resume – and to the list of things I never thought I would do.

A few days ago, I noticed poor Duke’s foot appeared to be a little swollen. Not the entire foot – just the bottom pad of his foot. He didn’t seem in any pain and he walked and ran as usual. But the next day, I noticed that his swollen pad seemed to be getting a little larger. I picked him up and examined the pad of his foot and found exactly what I was hoping I would NOT find. A small black scab in the middle of the swelling. Duke has Bumblefoot.

Bumblefoot is a type of Staph infection on the pad of the foot. Apparently, fowl, Guinea Pigs, and other creatures can get it. I’ve read many posts on the Backyard Chicken forums about chickens that got Bumblefoot but, to be honest, I never really paid a whole lot of attention while reading them because this was outside the realm of anything I had experienced within my flock – and ever hope to.

I decided to google Bumblefoot and treatments and interestingly enough, the Backyard Chicken (BYC) forums provided the most detailed information. Especially this information by Eggcentric. I am extremely thankful to Eggcentric and others for providing so much detail about diagnosing and treating Bumblefoot. If you own chickens, I believe you will find BYC an invaluable resource.

Although I was very unhappy to learn I was going to have to cut into Duke’s foot, I did feel confident that I knew what I needed to do and, in the end, Duke was going to be better off. I will mention that I spent some time calling every vet clinic in this area begging for someone to handle this for me, but each phone call ended exactly the same. “I’m sorry. We just don’t treat chickens.”

[NOTE: I am NOT going to include any graphic, nasty pictures. But I am going to discuss how this little surgery went. If you are extremely queasy, or eating as you read this, you may want to navigate away from this post right now. I honestly don't think the description is disturbing, but I don't want anyone hating me for not telling them I was going to describe a little bit of cutting and pus. And, lest you think I just enjoy writing about gross things, let me assure you that I am posting the below in the hopes that chicken owners who have never treated Bumblefoot may gain a little insight from my experience - which is, of course, different than the experiences I've read about because my chickens do NOTHING by the books.]

So, I went out at daybreak, grabbed Duke off his roost and said “Well, boy. It looks like we’re going to spend some quality time together this morning.” I won’t repeat his response.

All I can say is that I really wish Duke and his Bumblefoot had read the information on what a Bumblefoot “core” is supposed to look like and how it’s supposed to behave. After a long time of digging out the scab with an Exacto knife, the “core” I expected to find and easily remove was not there. Instead, I found strands of rubbery pus. Lots of strands of rubbery pus. And blood.

I have to believe the strands of pus were indeed the “core” I have read so much about – but it was not the single mass that I expected. Each time I inserted the tweezers into the opening, I would pull out another strand of rubbery pus. Eventually, I could find no more of it. And trust me when I say that Duke would tell you I really tried to find more. Poor guy. He did amazingly well and only jerked his foot a couple of times. I was very proud of him.

OK, so we got all the nasty stuff out of the foot. And then I was supposed to fill the deep hole with antibiotic cream. There was only one slight problem. There was no hole. What probably should have been a hole was filled with blood and nothing I could do would change that. So I blopped on a big wad of antibiotic cream and then gently pushed some of it into the blood filled hole with the tweezers.

Then I placed some sterile pads on the bottom of Dukes foot and bandaged his entire foot and leg. I was careful to wrap the bandage in between each of his toes so he can still walk and roost. I also hoped it would leave his foot feeling somewhat normal so that he wouldn’t pick the bandaging off.

I decided to keep Duke in a cage in the chicken run until he heals. I really have no where else to put the cage because I’m afraid it’s too warm in any of our outbuildings. Keeping him in the house is a definite no-go. We’ve tried that before. Apparently, when Duke gets unhappy about being in a cage, he crows. Loudly. Morning. Noon. And. Night. Even in pitch black darkness, Duke crows when he is in a cage in the house. So keeping him in the house is not a good idea.

But with all the pecking order issues we’ve got going on right now, keeping Duke in a cage in the chicken run didn’t work out very well either. Bobby Lee tormented poor Duke unmercifully. He ran around and around the cage trying to peck Duke through the cage bars and when I finally had enough of Bobby Lee’s aggravation, I let Duke out of the cage. I’ve been watching him all day and he’s not picking at his bandages. He kind of walks a little funny now, but I’m not sure the foot really hurts him as much as the big ol’ bandage annoys him.

If you look closely, you may be able to see Duke’s bandaged foot in this picture:

Silver Gray Dorking rooster

It was raining and I didn’t want to get my camera wet, so I had to rely on a zoom lens.

I’ll re-wrap Duke’s foot tonight and make sure it looks OK, and then check it in the morning again. I may have to repeat the procedure a couple of times to make sure all the “core” is out. Oh – and if anyone can send me the formula for figuring out how many CCs of Pen-G a 9 pound rooster needs and dosage info, I would really appreciate it.

And, finally, speaking of roosters, here is skinny little Bobby Lee enjoying his Reign of Terror:

Phoenix rooster

And see the pullet in that picture with him? That’s one of Duke’s babies. She’s a White Faced Black Spanish mixed with Silver Gray Dorking. She is a HUGE girl – and definitely has Duke’s eyes, as well as his five toes. She’s from the hatch that we had about 4 months ago. I’ve had a hard time coming up with a name that suits her. Any suggestions?

Jethro is one of Duke’s boys from that same hatch. He’s a Silver Leghorn crossed with a Silver Gray Dorking. He is the spitting image of his father when Duke was that age.

rooster

And this is Pico – he’s a White Faced Black Spanish crossed with a Phoenix. Bobby Lee is his daddy:

rooster

And I’m going to stop there with the pictures of the boys. You should be very thankful. There are actually eight more cockerels out there now. Can you believe that? You would if you heard the crowing around here all day – every day!

I’m hoping my Chicken Ownership Resume doesn’t get much longer. I would be happy if the only thing on it said “Happy chicken owner. I know how to feed and water chickens. And I can feed them treats and scoop poop from the coop. The end.” Seriously. I mean who would ever actually APPLY for a job where knowledge of sticking fingers up chicken butts and cutting on chicken feet was required? If you answered “Me!” to that question – have I got a job for you!

Bee Free,
Penny

Simple Pleasures

Sunday, July 26th, 2009

Last week I splurged and ordered a couple of things on-line I’ve been wanting for a while. And then I spent the entire week anxiously awaiting for the package to be delivered. Starting the day I placed the order, I began getting excited each time I checked the mail, anticipating the joy of finding my package delivered. And then finally, the day arrived. I squealed like a school girl.

My new cast iron pizza pan had arrived. And Pizza Night is forever changed on the homestead.

Pizza

This cast iron bread pan ensures that bread making will never be the same.

White Bread

Ignore the funky shape of the top of that bread. I let it rise in the refrigerator and a package of bacon fell over on it as it was rising. Stupid bacon.

And just look at these sandwich rolls.

Yeast Rolls

I LOVE my new cast iron pans. I used to make pizza in a cast iron frying pan, and while it always turned out just fine, the pan wasn’t very large. The cast iron pizza pan makes a beautiful 14 inch pizza, with a wonderfully crisp crust. It also makes beautiful yeast rolls. And even though bread came out just fine when I used my tin baking pan, the cast iron bread pan makes the bread crust perfectly crisp while leaving the inside moist and soft. I found these at Camp Chef.

White Bread

I am not a world class baker, by any stretch of the imagination. And maybe it’s all in my head, but I think using cast iron bakeware has given me some magical baking mojo. My pizza crust, bread, and rolls have never looked so beautiful.

I posted about using my new bakeware on Face Book, and my Blog Buddy, Lilla, (who is also my Face Book friend) asked for my recipes. I’m going to include them below for those of you who may be interested. We have fairly simple tastes around here, so these recipes are pretty basic.

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OK, let’s make some pizza dough now. This recipe makes enough dough for a 14 ” pizza pan. If you are using a regular sized cast iron skillet, you’ll want to cut this recipe in half.

Ingredients:
1 1/2 cup flour
1 teaspoon salt
2 teaspoons sugar
2/3 cup warm water
4 teaspoons active dry yeast

In a large bowl, measure the flour and add the salt. Mix it together.

In a small bowl, add the yeast, sugar and 2/3 cup WARM water. Make sure the water is not hot – just warm to the touch. I like to proof my yeast before adding it to the flour, so I let this stand for about 10 minutes or so. Just long enough for the yeast to start bubbling up. Proofing is not required and if you prefer not to do this, skip letting it stand.

Now, pour the yeast mixture into flour and mix it all together. I just use my hands to do this. For me, 1 1/2 cup flour is exactly what is needed. If yours is too sticky, add some more flour. If it’s too firm, add warm water a tablespoon at a time. And you don’t need to go all crazy with the mixing at this point. Just make sure all the flour you’ve added is incorporated into the dough.

Cover the bowl with your dough in it. I use a wet paper towel to cover the bowl. Now you want to let the dough rise to about double in size. I turn on my oven light and set the bowl in the oven. It usually takes about an hour to rise.

After it rises, punch the dough down, turn it out onto a well floured surface, and start kneading. You’ll want to incorporate flour as you go until the dough is no longer sticky as you knead. Once your dough is elastic and soft, you’re read to roll it out and place it in your greased pan – or just place it in your greased pan and shape it with your hands.

I like to bake my pizza dough for a few minutes before adding toppings so that the crust is a little crispier. I bake it at 450 degrees for 5 – 10 minutes, just long enough for the dough to begin browning. Then I remove it from the oven, add my toppings, and return it to the 450 degree oven for about 15 minutes. If the edge of the crust starts browning too quickly, I place some tin foil around the crust edge. When your cheese starts bubbling, your pizza is finished!

I make my own pizza sauce using the simplest method I could come up with. I don’t have an exact recipe, but I’ll give you the gist of it and you can adjust spices to your liking. I take about 1 pound of diced tomatoes (fresh or canned) and put it in a blender. Then I add a small can of tomato paste, about 1 teaspoon minced garlic, a little salt, a little sugar, and then sprinkle in some spices (oregano, basil, rosemary, thyme). And then I blend it all together until it’s smooth.

The most popular bread around here is plain ol’ white bread. This recipe will make enough for two loaves, or one loaf and some yeast rolls. NOTE: You do not have to use a cast iron bread pan for this recipe. Any bread pan will work just fine. This recipe is based on a 1970 something Better Homes and Gardens recipe.

Ingredients:
5 3/4 – 6 1/2 cups all purpose flour
4 teaspoons active dry yeast
2 1/4 cups milk
2 tablespoons sugar
1 tablespoon lard or shortening
2 teaspoon salt

In a large bowl, mix only 2 1/2 cups of flour with the dry yeast.

In a sauce pan, combine the milk, sugar, lard, and salt and stir over LOW heat until the lard/shortening is melted.

Pour the milk mixture into the flour mixture. You need to mix this thoroughly, so there are no lumps. I find an electric beater on low speed works wonderfully for this. Once it is mixed well, I set the electric beater aside and then start adding the remaining flour and mixing it all by hand. You want to add enough flour to make a stiff dough that is not too dry. 6 1/2 cups flour works perfectly for me, but it seems everyone’s kitchen is different, so you may need to use a little less.

Turn the dough onto a floured surface and start kneading, adding flour until your dough is no longer sticky. You’re probably going to have to knead this for about 10 minutes. You want the dough to be soft and elastic.

Now, shape it into something resembling a ball and place it into a lightly greased bowl. Turn it over once to grease both sides. Cover the bowl and let it rise until double in size. Again, I use my oven with the light on and it takes 1 – 1 1/2 hours to rise.

Punch down the dough and turn it out onto a lightly floured surface. Divide the dough in half. If you are making two loaves of bread, shape each half into loaves and place them in greased bread pans. If you are making yeast rolls, use the other half of the dough to make small balls and place them on a greased baking pan. I like to make sandwich rolls, so I shape the dough into larger balls and then squish them flat when I place them in the baking pan. Whichever you chose, make the size of your balls half of what the finished product will end up being.

Let bread/rolls rise until double in size.

For bread, bake in a pre-heated 375 degree oven for about 45 minutes, or until done. If the top is browning too quickly, place tin foil over it when it’s as brown as you want it to get.

For yeast rolls, bake in a pre-heated 400 degree oven for 10 – 12 minutes, or until done.

There you have it – basic pizza and white bread dough recipes. Two of my many, simple pleasures.

Bee Free,
Penny

I’m Also Very Helpful

Monday, July 20th, 2009

Amazingly, since covering the floor of Bernie’s lean-to with gravel, the chickens seem to have lost interest in scratching around under it. While that is exactly what we had hoped for, I was absolutely certain it would never work. But those chickens like to keep me guessing, and I suspect they stay out of the lean-to area just to prove they do what they want, when they want. As if I ever doubted that.

We put a metal garage on this property long before we actually moved here. Originally it was used to store the lawn mower, yard tools, shed tools, etc. We didn’t put a floor down for it, we just covered it in pine mulch and, because the ground is not completely level under it, there were many spaces that were large enough for the chickens to scoot into the garage and play in the pine mulch. When we finally moved onto the property, we began actually using the garage as a …. well…. garage. We began parking our cars and motorcycles in it. And the chickens continued to get into the garage and play in the pine mulch. They hid nests in there, and they covered everything in dust with all their scratching. I’m sure you know where this story is going…..

Yes, as you guessed, Bernie was so pleased with the gravel floor of the lean-to that he decided he wanted to put gravel down as the floor for the garage as well. So last week he started by spending a couple of days hauling dirt into the garage and leveling the floor.

When he finished he called me out to look at it. I was so pleased with all his hard work that I blurted out “If you wait until this weekend to bring in the gravel, I’ll help you with it.” And then I immediately prayed that I had only thought that and not actually SAID it. But my fears were realized when Bernie replied “OK.”

Doh! Why, oh why, can’t I learn to keep my big mouth closed?

So Saturday morning we began emptying the garage in preparation of hauling in the gravel. When we got to a corner where Bernie keeps an air compressor for the car tires, he called me over. “Watch what’s under the board this air compressor sits on.” And as he lifted the board, I saw this:

Spotted Salamander

Just look at that cute Spotted Salamander. Could you not just kiss those spots right off of him? My creative juices immediately began flowing, and with every ounce of originality I possess, I named him “Sallie”. Bernie said he’d been seeing Sallie scurry out from under that board for quite some time, so I guess Sallie has declared the garage his official home.

We ended up putting Sallie in a shoe box because he nestled himself into the corner of the garage and refused to leave while we were working. We started putting gravel down at the opposite end, and when we got to the end where Sallie was, we put him in a shoe box so we could finish up.

Spotted Salamander

He didn’t seem particularly crazy about the shoe box, but I was very pleased that he curled up in a corner and didn’t try to get out for the short time we kept him in there. And after we finished putting down the gravel, the first thing Bernie did was put Sallie’s board back down in the corner of the garage. And Sallie seemed pretty darn happy about that.

Spotted Salamander

And then I took a picture of our beautiful, graveled, garage floor.

garage

And now, when we close the garage doors, there are no longer any spaces the chickens can scoot through to get inside the garage.

garage

When we were finished, I took the pups down to get mail and to look at what’s left of the ton of gravel we had delivered.

gravel pile

My muscles go into spasms every time I look at that dwindling pile of gravel. Just looking at that pile and knowing how much work Bernie and I had done wore poor Diesel slap out. He sat at the edge of the woods by the cabin recuperating for quite a while.

pups

And Dolly offered quite a bit of sympathy.

pups

And then they forgot all about the pile of gravel and hard work Bernie and I had done and told me it was time to take them home and feed them. Which is exactly what I did. Just because I’m just so dad-gum helpful.

Bee Free,
Penny

Dang, I am a Good Wife

Sunday, July 12th, 2009

There are about a million things I love about Bernie. The fact that he very rarely complains about my chickens is at the top of my list. And I will be the first to tell you that my chickens can be extremely annoying. So, despite the fact that Jethro spends the majority of his day crowing from the hood of Bernie’s back hoe, and Bernie has had to put fencing around every living plant in this yard to keep the chickens from annihilating them, he rarely complains about my chickens.

But there is one thing my chickens do that is particularly annoying and, although Bernie only occasionally mentions it, I know it bothers him.

My chickens love to dust bath under Bernie’s barn shed lean-to. They. Love. It. And, in addition to covering everything under his lean-to in dust, they leave dust bath holes. Really big dust bath holes.

lean to

And they seem to especially love dust bathing around a couple of the support poles.

lean to

So, being the wonderful wife that I am and, knowing that the future of my life with chickens may depend on it, I volunteered to help Bernie remove everything from under his lean-to, fill in the dust bath holes, and cover the whole thing in gravel. And yesterday morning, that is exactly what we did.

As we began working on it, Bernie left to go into the garage and get something. A few seconds later he yelled “Penny – come quick.” I could tell by the way he said it that there was something he wanted me to see, so I grabbed my camera and ran over to where he was, at the back of the garage. And this is what he wanted to show me.

rat snake

Another rat snake! And he wanted inside the garage – so that is exactly where he went.

rat snake

He also decided to check out the under side of Bernie’s motorcycle.

rat snake

And when he got tired of me following him around with camera and Bernie herding him with a broom, he slipped outside and headed for the woods.

rat snake

Good bye, Mr. Rat Snake.

rat snake

So, with a gratuitous shot of Bernie’s cute little behind…..

rat snake

we got back to work fixing up his lean-to floor. After much shoveling, gravel hauling, and raking, it started looking much better.

lean to

And so, even though every single stinkin’ muscle I possess is screaming in agony, we finished re-doing Bernie’s lean-to floor.

lean to

Shhhhhh. Don’t tell Bernie, but the chickens immediately began checking it out.

lean to

When we came inside, Elvis and Priscilla were extremely interested to learn what we had been doing, and they hung on my every word as I told them.

Elvis and Priscilla

And they agree that I am, indeed, a good wife.

Bee Free,
Penny