Let's see....summer came which normally leads to all manner of gardening and animals things but this year was preempted by my husband getting cancer. Now don't fret. After being scared witless, 2 foot of colon later, he's just swell. And still ornery.
A nasty weasel came around and ate 37 baby hens. That certainly made me happy. Not. Not only did I have to get more pullets, but the fright put the chickens off laying for months. And then the damned weasel came back but it only got 4 hens that time and appears to have departed for points unknown. I'm happy to report that the hens are busy again making my breakfast. Anyone know where I can get a weasel fur coat?
Here's the question of the summer though: if you breed black cows to a black bull, how the hell do you get one dun calf and one red calf?
No, they aren't siblings but they are very fond of each other. It's tough to be male around here, you need all the friends you can get.
Most time consuming is the new online venture I began with a friend I met on Twitter. If you're interested, check it out: www.allthingsgoat.com
Winter's here which means I'm inside most of the time. You'll probably be hearing from me.