One thing farmers love is good sale, but it also looks like ‘car guys’ like a good sale also.
A neighbor of ours who is a salvage/collector/??? held an auction. The road was packed with interested car part buyers, making our little farming area hum with big trucks and assorted vehicles from local and out of state purchasers.
If you can’t find it, make it!
All Farmers must have been chickens (or birds) in a former life, for work begins at dawn…..
then ends at dark.
And sometimes that statement isn’t true, for if the water is short, then it has to be changed DURING the night.
Also, if the hay is cut, and the dew is JUST RIGHT, then out into the night the farmer goes so the perfect hay bale can be made.
What IS this nasty weed? Some people call is scour weed, some people call it snake grass, and I have heard others call it horse tail, but whatever it is it needs to go away!
Now, how to make it disappear got any ideas?
Then on the way home, we drove the ‘back road’ from Cedaredge into Delta, where a wonderland exists for dirt back riders, and other people who like to play on these barren hills.
The blooms have opened!
August is the lushest month so far, with September coming soon. Evening temperatures as dipping down into the low 50’s and the day’s climbing into the high 80s and early 90s, making everything say: “Let’s produce for it might freeze soon”.
As humans we get to reap the reward of the plants need to reproduce and therefore save the next generation. The Super-Nova Brugmansia plant has over 65 blooms; I’ve never seen so many on one plant before.
The Chickens are learning how to ‘free range’. This is their first time to leave the house, and oh, my how BIG the world is!
I teach them to go back into the house, by only letting them free range a short time before bedtime. Once they understand that they can go back inside to sleep I will let them out for longer and longer periods until they are totally free.
Of course I will always lock them up at night for many predators stalk sleeping birds. (see a previous post of mine).
The hay isn’t down ANYWHERE around us, nor are there hay bales setting in the field waiting to be picked up, so this rain is wonderful!
The sky is fresh, the leaves have been washed, and the ground isn’t as thirsty as before.
