A friend invited me to go huckleberry picking, so of course, I said yes!
You do have to drive up scary mountain roads, but it’s worth it to find this purple gold.
It was a good move to put all the grow-out bunnies in a large pen. I was being swamped by all the little ones in the tractors. Now I am down to the mama and papa bunnies with the occasional litter. It’s still a bit of work and I was getting tired of lugging around a bucket of feed and a bucket of water, so I bought a carryall and it’s made a world of difference.
I’ve got a couple of yogurt containers for pellets, water bottles, and bits and bobs that I might need as I go around feeding and checking each bunny.
A little cleanup and restocking and I’m ready to go again with a lot less work and strain.
I just now got around to tangling LonettA’s CreA(R)Tive’s May zendala template. I really enjoy having an art challenge each month.
Life has gotten a bit busier with nicer weather. The garden is taking shape (the tomatoes are in) and Grandpa and our son built a nice pen for our grow-out bunnies (the teenagers).
They have shelter, food/water, and all the room they could want to play in.
Our Anatolian Shepherd/Husky mix keeps the ground predators away and we’ve strung string across the top of the pen to keep hawks from swooping in for a snack.
Most days the grandkids and I sit in the yard and pet the bunnies. We’re still trying to name them all.
I shared a picture of the baby chicks about a week ago.
Here they are today.
It’s amazing how fast they grow. Now we just have to think up sixteen names.
My kits are growing up fast. Their eyes are open and they’re starting to be quite rambunctious (though this one is ready for a nap). They all have the soft rex fur. Two are black (like their daddy) and three brown (maybe castor?).
Meemaw is trying to handle them more often so they won’t be as skittish as my last litter. One needs to have manners, you know.
My son cares for the chickens on the property and the flock was getting a bit thin (down to sixteen).
So he ordered a few new chicks through the mail (yeah, I was like what?).
So we have sixteen adults and sixteen little guys. They’re doing fine and will be moved into the coop when they are closer to adult size.
Paul and I have been all around the barn discussing the design of our garden beds and we finally settled on cinder blocks. They’ll last and I can eventually do another layer or two to raise the beds even higher. I hope to garden the rest of my life and if bending gets tough, I can sit on the edge to weed, water, and harvest.
This is one half of the garden blocked out. Just a bit of leveling to go and then fill. Good neighbors gave us a mountain of aged horse manure to mix into the soil. We’ll top it with black mulch to help with weed control and warm the soil.
In a couple of days, we’ll have spinach, lettuce, and radish seeds in the ground. Though we can have a frost, we’ll cover any plants.
I went looking for morels (none) and found some interesting mushrooms.
I turned one over and found gills.
It does look a bit like Loreleia postii, called a redhead. (Not dinner.)
I also found this cool fungus, but I haven’t a clue what it is.
It was kind of rubbery, not brittle with layers of “petals” growing on the forest floor.