…but the truth is, having spent four days last week in Massachusetts and New Jersey, this is very bearable! I had forgotten just how humid and hot it can be in New Jersey. We both wilted…and I came back sick, but that was then, and this is now. I’m glad we went, as we were able to be there for Peter’s birthday (grandson, turned 9 on Tuesday), but oh, so glad to be home again.
This morning I was out at 6 to get stuff done before the heat set in. Changed the girls’ pasture once again (a perpetual chore!), started to set up a new pasture for the meat lambs, put the breeding stock lambs back inside the shed/high tensile pasture space. Tomorrow or Monday I will give them their CDT’s and then put the boys in with the boys, the girls in with the girls. And by August 1st, hopefully get rid of the meat lambs. Then, I expanded the goats’ pasture. They were down to sedum, which they don’t seem to eat. Now they have more rocks to climb, lots of wild blackberry bushes, and other yummy ground covers and brambles to sample. Then I checked the pigs’ food: NONE! ARGH! It was only a week ago I filled their feeder with 100 pounds of food! Rushed off to the grain store for 150 pounds of food for them; meanwhile gave them milk and a bunch of boxes of cereal I had bought for John to try when we eliminated high fructose corn syrup from our diet; he rejected a few boxes, and they just sat there. This morning, the pigs ate them, along with a gallon of raw milk. When I got back, I hauled the grain bags out to the pasture behind the house where the pigs live, emptied them into smaller pails, more reasonable to carry and lift, and filled the feeder with all 150 pounds of food: 100 pounds of whole organic grain and 50 pounds of pig food, mixed. That should hold them for a while. Then I replaced the big piece of plywood I put over the feeder, since I found out it leaks and the food gets all nasty inside, and came inside ready for a nap.
Here’s the goaties, at least Rose and Violet (Daisy was off hopping on another rock) cavorting in their new space:
And here’s LIzzie on one of her frequent trips to check up on the pigs. She is fascinated with them, and insists on checking on them eight or nine times a day. She just stands there, close to the fence and watches them for as long as I let her do so. They often come over to check her out as well.
I’ve been busily knitting baby sweaters and such for Lizzie’s vet, for the store, for Bobby’s daughter, who is expecting in November. I have most all of them done and now just need to do the finish work, weaving in ends, putting buttons on…all the stuff I really hate to do. Then, I have to get started on socks. Only six or seven weeks until the Vermont Sheep and Wool Festival, and another week until the Tunbridge World’s Fair. It will be a busy September. But first, a differently busy August, filled with visits of grandkids, cousins, friends, and our trip to Burlington to see Prairie Home Companion at the Champlain Valley Fair…I’m tired just thinking about it all.