Well, another day over and deeper in debt. Not really of course....
Somewhere I read you can optimize happiness by distributing your money on lots of small item experiences as opposed to a few big ticket items. But to really maximize bangs and bucks: go to the Humane society and get a dog, alternatively you can go the Canine society and pick up a toddler? I wanted a white dog, one you can see better when it is on the dark asfalt. But they were out of them, so I ended up with the sweetest mutty small blackish dog: it came tutored and neutered and housebroken for 50 bucks! Fun, it is 2 years old and it tries to herd Dekker, who is about twice her size.
No name yet, but foton and blekkie are in the running. It moves lightning fast, when it wants to or sees an unoccupied bed. Did find her with a mouth full of feathers while moving the chikens, serious scolding. Doesn't have barkingsons diseas like Dekker, but can really work on your nerves as well.
Talking about chickens: they are still molting. Molting is a natural process that chickens go through yearly to renew their feathers. When molting, chickens gradually lose their old feathers and replace them by growing new features. Molting can take anywhere from two to six months to complete. When a hen is molting, she usually will stop laying. So: piles of feathers and few eggs, them chickens do look like they have been washed in hot water with too much chlorine and than spun at halfspeed in the dryer. While moving the coops, one of the black and white ones got trampled by the lot and it nearly pooched it. I got it out of the coop, it wasn't dead, yet, and I put it on the tractor seat to decide later what to do with it. Because what do you do with a chicken? You bury it? And how deep does a dog dig? In the trash can, in the house? Outside? Stinky business. On the road side and wildlife gets into it? Cremation (really? am I going to burn one chicken? Throw it on the roof of the shed ( the best option as there are at least 6 chicken carcasses upthere? As you can see, it takes creativity to get rid of dead/ almost dead chickens..... Ma and kid came by and we collect some eggs, I pick up a chicken and tell em to greet Charlene. (Don't matter that they are all 200 called Charlene). I now know I haven't lost any to critters because I counted them, right on to 200)
Stranger things have happened than 5 chinese people stopping by wanting to buy eggs, but in this case they also were interested in buying a chicken. Well, did I just have the item at hand! Walked to the tractor, and sure nuf it was still alive although in the final stages of the Chene-Stokes respiration, and not steering. Took it behind the house and 4 minutes later it was skinned, gutted, washed and wrapped in freezer paper. The Chinese bought some eggs, insisting that I not wash them (.... me dragging feet..., NOT), some onions, materes and peppers, and I threw in a pumkin for good measure. Everyone was content, maximizing the mighty dollar.
So let it ride a tractor. Ride Charlene, ride. And to make sure: I had no qualms about eating it myself.
News: the clown is back home, see previous blog. I am going to hang him again: that dirty cheating runaway clown you! (still no clue who pranked it, but I have more then enough rope to make it a dual pinata).
Also, got the most ridiculous package in the fed ex: a chess-set, the pieces are 18 inches tall, the board is 8 by 8 feet. For years I thought about building one, but is like so many other things: yes, you can build something that looks halfway as nice for half the price, or you can just find enlightenment through impulse purchasing. That ought to be a start to the agrotourism trail, especially in conjunction with a clown pinjata.
There is the contour of a building taking shape: it has been named "the house that Justin built". There are 200 bags in it so far, at 60 pounds a piece is that 6 ton of soil! Justin is bulking up.
Strawberries are coming on again, had a few pounds the other day. bed 3 and 8, the everbearings. Was made aware that on the fall berries the tips are always red but ripeness and whiteness is next to the crown, just the opposite of spring berries.
Someone gave me two toilets: complete with flushtanks. Symmetrically this works out because now I can have one on either side of the entrance to the farm at Ebenezer. They are backups for when the one in my house freezes to pieces but for now they are "decorative". (Oh those poor neighbors of mine.) Or, grow pot in pots.
Need to dig some sweet potatoes this week and plant the tunnel, got the stove in the house reassembled and I am close to ready to hibernate the rest of the year.
And for X mas I want a digital camera without a zoom lens that gets stuck every time, if it didn't I coudawouda put some picks in this here blog thing.
Pieter Los, born in Scotland, raised in the Netherlands, lost in the USA. .