Seems there was a seed somewhere in your garbage...
That the quail missed, which is odd, they have good table manners, usually clean their plates.....Seems there was a seed somewhere in your garbage...
Have lots of something growing in the garden where I bury the entrails, either watermelon honeydew or cantaloupeWell, it is just a good thing YOU didn't swallow it or you would have grown watermelons out your ears ( or whatever bullshit grandma used to spout ).
Did you give up on the idea of maters in containers?Guess that will be the extent of the garden, one tomato and whatever else is growing by itself.
Basically, I don't really have time for it this summer....already have jobs booked everyday until the first of May, including easter sunday.....economy is really booming here. Gotta get it while the gettin's good.Did you give up on the idea of maters in containers?
It's not hard work, most of it is sitting in front of the puter running numbers for investors.Not sure I should have liked that one. Sounds like you plan to work yourself to death....
I'll trade ya jobs. Today I worked my ass off and the muscle strain made it so hard, my fingers didn't work the pliers worth a shit and I could barely walk back to the house. Lannie was the smart one and quit after the first hour when she started getting muscle strain. My stubbornness at getting the damn thing fixed kept me out there an additional two hours. I also discovered that barbed wire doesn't like me because there are several punctures and slices on my hands and blood was running all over the place. But then I have always said about farm work, if you don't bleed a little each day, you ain't working hard enough.It's not hard work, most of it is sitting in front of the puter running numbers for investors.
If from a hybrid tomato will likely be those little tomatoes.I turned the lawn sprinklers on a couple weeks ago to get the summer grass started.....I look out the backyard this morning and see a plant about a foot high....go investigate...it's a tomato plant....took a shovel and planted it in the garden. Must have grown from the veggie scraps I toss to the quail.
Prolly, that is all I planted last year, cherry matters....If from a hybrid tomato will likely be those little tomatoes.
Did the bleeding stop?..........I also discovered that barbed wire doesn't like me because there are several punctures and slices on my hands and blood was running all over the place. But then I have always said about farm work, if you don't bleed a little each day, you ain't working hard enough.
Oh yeah, but I am gonna have a nasty scar between thumb and forefinger of the left hand. That was a deep slice.Did the bleeding stop?..........
Damn, still working on the fence.Tomorrow is supposed to be only in the 50s and VFW (very fucking windy), so I guess we will put off finishing that cross fence until Monday. If the wind is not as bad as forecast tomorrow, maybe I can try digging up the broken gate post.
Mostly, cows happened to it. One of them managed to short the electric portion and once that was no longer shocking, a push here and a pull there slowly ripped it apart. Because of the winter weather, I was unable to do anything to fix it and I can't afford to hire people to come do that shit for me, so I waited for better weather. And the longer I waited for Spring, the more damage they did. Cows can stand in lush green grass, but look across the fence and decide whatever is over there is better, so they will find a way to get to it. (This is the origin of the phrase "the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence") During winter, they have nothing but the hay we give them, so they are even more eager to discover if there might be something better hiding on the other side. Now we have to put it all back together before we can borrow a bull to come hang out with our girls.Damn, still working on the fence.
What happened to it?
Sounds like you're just about rebuilding the entire fence.....Mostly, cows happened to it. One of them managed to short the electric portion and once that was no longer shocking, a push here and a pull there slowly ripped it apart. Because of the winter weather, I was unable to do anything to fix it and I can't afford to hire people to come do that shit for me, so I waited for better weather. And the longer I waited for Spring, the more damage they did. Cows can stand in lush green grass, but look across the fence and decide whatever is over there is better, so they will find a way to get to it. (This is the origin of the phrase "the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence") During winter, they have nothing but the hay we give them, so they are even more eager to discover if there might be something better hiding on the other side. Now we have to put it all back together before we can borrow a bull to come hang out with our girls.
Pretty much.Sounds like you're just about rebuilding the entire fence
Given that their pregnancy time is about the same as humans, Lannie is always calculating when would be the best time for them to give birth. I think we are already beyond the comfort zone (we do not want them to pop in the middle of winter), so it has to be damn soon.wouldn't want to keep the ladies waiting
Pretty much.
Given that their pregnancy time is about the same as humans, Lannie is always calculating when would be the best time for them to give birth. I think we are already beyond the comfort zone (we do not want them to pop in the middle of winter), so it has to be damn soon.
Describes a shitty day to the "T"Well, I think Lannie was right: no thunderstorms last night. However, today, while not thunderstorms, was overcast, no more than 48 degrees, and moderate-to-heavy continuous rain most of the day. Ceiling leaked so bad, you would have thought it was raining inside the house. Pretty windy until sunset, when it calmed a bit. All that mud that was starting to dry out is deeper than ever. No outside work was accomplished today.
Hmmmm... tough decision... sacrifice one tomato plant or kill all those baby quail. Not sure I could make that choice.pecking at the flowers on my ONE tomato plant
Ain't enough meat on one full grown quail for me, I'll wait until fall, when their all big and fat.Hmmmm... tough decision... sacrifice one tomato plant or kill all those baby quail. Not sure I could make that choice.
So just keep feeding them so they hang around long enough to get fat and practice with your pellet gun to be sure of one-shot kills.Ain't enough meat on one full grown quail for me, I'll wait until fall, when their all big and fat.
Need catsAin't enough meat on one full grown quail for me, I'll wait until fall, when their all big and fat.
That's good to hear, hope everything goes smoothly.....Chatted with Lucy a couple of times.
Her net access sucks.
Seems to be working out well on their HI place though.
I just rip the breast meat out of them, nothing else worth screwing with.Need cats
I agree Quail are more trouble to prep than they are worth to eat.
A small number of cartons labeled 12 mcg/h Fentanyl Transdermal System patches contained 50 mcg/h patches.
Well, thanks to all that fucking rain the other day, the ground was sufficiently soft that I managed to dig out that broken gate post and put a new one in (slightly smaller in diameter, but I think it will work) and attach all the hardware to make a functional gate. Tamped the dirt in the hole (using shovel handle upside down) as best I could, but gonna wait a couple more days before trying to finish the last of the barbed wire stretching to that post. Then, when that is all done, I get to restring the entire fence in electrical wires (high on one side, low on the calf side). Also did some minor stuff, like filling wheelbarrow tires with green slime so they won;t keep going flat, etc.How was your day, Rich?
I'm not hanging around either....LONG day...lots of traffic, slightly warm, shitty building I looked at, just finished working about an hour ago.Well, thanks to all that fucking rain the other day, the ground was sufficiently soft that I managed to dig out that broken gate post and put a new one in (slightly smaller in diameter, but I think it will work) and attach all the hardware to make a functional gate. Tamped the dirt in the hole (using shovel handle upside down) as best I could, but gonna wait a couple more days before trying to finish the last of the barbed wire stretching to that post. Then, when that is all done, I get to restring the entire fence in electrical wires (high on one side, low on the calf side). Also did some minor stuff, like filling wheelbarrow tires with green slime so they won;t keep going flat, etc.
Now my body hurts a lot, so no telling how long I will survive at the keyboard tonight.