With frost laid mornings and farm-side night time temperatures of less degrees than fingers on a hand, it seems a tad strange that the cherry blossoms are going for it.
Might be all the bees. And birds. You know what they say about them. Nod nod. Wink wink. It’s almost time for spring.
Our home is fairly high in bees at the moment, care of our farm family’s (fairly) recent additions, brought to us by the lovely Gavin Smith you may remember from a previous episode.
It’s also conveniently correspondingly high in borage.
The blue-flowered gangly beauties, willful and determined have popped up only when and where they want to (resisting previous attempts to plant them in evidently non-favoured places for many years) taken over a big swathe of beds with the force of a hundred babies, and thumbed their noses at the frost all winter (alleged to kill them in the books but seemingly no match for megaborage).
I’m not sure if it’s the frost that’s brought our shivering little cluckers together, but something has. At long long last, our now all girl chook troupe has found happiness and harmony in their assortment and numbers. Even our pet chicken misfit Ranga’s having a good time, when she’s not blindly wandering into the stinging nettle (life can be a bit of a peril for the boof headed).
We’ve got some cute new microchickens you can faintly make out to the right hand side of the mix, all paint gun splattered looking, with extremely tiny little bird-like eggs which hit us for six with surprise.
And on the big end of town, we have two new cows to munch the paddocks.
Yes we will eat them. Yes we will love them. Yes it will be hard, and it probably should be. In the scheme of things, vs the ethical vagaries of commercially produced meat, this way of moving towards more active and mindful engagement in this darker side of living and eating comes up trumps for us. Figuring out the ways of doing and dealing with it in an honest and conscious fashion is the path we’re slowly walking on, with some good resources to help us on the way.
We’ve also been having some sweet times with visitors, holding a lovely farm bonfire shindig the other week.
And lately some much belated rain, keeping us snuggled up inside, filling our dwindling dams and tanks and incidentally also slightly flooding our chookyard.
Doesn’t make the chickens too crash hot happy but the ducks up here are loving it.
Til next time, farmereenos.