You wouldn’t think I’d have much to report being November, but we’ve had a very mild fall. Winter for us is usually January and February. December is cold, but it’s the kind of cold that makes Northerners laugh at us.
Garden: After numerous deer attacks on my garden, I’ve had to fence off individual raised beds. It’s a pain in the keester for me, but at least my spinach and chard are safe from the savage maws of killer deer.
I planted a lot of brassicas and lettuces. Surprisingly, after some heavy rains earlier in the month, I had a new crop of eggplant and cucumbers appear. It’s very late in the season for them, but I won’t look a gift horse in the mouth.
I’m still having problems with my squash. Even though I moved them to a new bed, the worms weren’t far behind. At this rate I won’t be growing squash next year. We’ll see. I might try growing one or two in pots near the house. In the meantime I’ll pray for a couple of really cold nights to kill off any bad bugs still in the ground.
Chickens: I’ve been letting them free range now that most of the garden is fenced off. They’re funny though. If they hear us coming, they’ll come running from the forest to see if we have anything for them. Work for your food, you loafers! Why the heck do you think I let you loose?
I plan to cull a couple of ‘known’ roosters this Friday, but I’ll have to wait until the rest get older. I’d hate to cull a hen by mistake.
I had to put one in the freezer already. It stupidly went into the dog run while Iko was there. The chicken never had a chance. Luckily, Iko snapped its neck quickly so all I had to do was clean and freeze. Luckily too, he was a rooster.
On the negative side, none of the older hens are laying. I’ve kept aside several dozen eggs for our needs. Now to see if it was enough to keep us in eggs until the spring.
Goats: We tried finding a paramour for our two Nubian does. They’re either too expensive or not good enough for my girls. It’s a year off yet, but if the Nubians sell as well as the Boers, we might sell the Boers and stick to Nubians. They’re smaller and much easier to handle.
I try to be kind to the owner when I reject a prospective goat. I’m not being snooty. It’s just that a good bloodline is just as important for the buck as it is for the doe. I was lucky with the Boers. I didn’t know much about goats at the time. I had to rely on my instincts and hope for the best.
Home: If you caught my blog post for Sunday, you saw that we’re in the middle of sanding our wood floors. What a mess! We were sanding with small hand sanders but I think we’re wearing ourselves out, so we’ve decided to rent one of those big professional sanders. It’s a lot of work, but I think once that’s behind us, I can call the house done.
I do have one bedroom I’d like re-carpeted, but that can wait until I’ve paid off my kitchen cabinets.
Thanksgiving: We’re celebrating at a friend’s home so no cooking for me. I did buy a turkey while it was on sale since Greg likes having turkey at other times of the year.
This is the first time he didn’t argue with me on the size of the bird. To Greg, bigger is always better, but we’re only two people (and two dogs). We can’t eat that much turkey without getting bored.
If the turkeys stay on sale this week, I might buy one more because it’s actually cheaper than chicken. I cook a lot of chicken for the dogs. I’m sure they won’t mind the change. Plus I get to save the turkey legs for Greg.
Christmas: Have you been reading my Gift Guides? I think I’ve bought nearly all my gifts for this year. There are still a couple of little things I’m looking for, but for the most part, I’m done! Now I can relax.
Authors, don’t forget that I’m running a Readers’ Gift Guide in December. If you want to be included, email me through my contact page.
Dogs: Nana has Greg wrapped around her little paw. I swear, no matter how naughty she is, he always forgives her. How do I get that cute?
Iko has really softened since Tank passed away. He was nervous at first. He had always looked up to Tank and he seemed lost once his big brother was gone. But in the past two years, he’s matured. He’s perfectly content to let Nana be alpha, but he’s also more insistent on getting his share of the loving. When he wants a kiss, by God, no one is going to get in his way.
I’m getting a little nervous though. Greg has been scouting Rottweiler rescue sites, looking for a puppy. I think I’m doomed. We’d both rather have an adult dog, but I think Nana will accept a puppy more easily than an adult.
Greg: I think it’s time for that hardheaded man of mine to see an orthopedic specialist. His knees are still hurting. I think he’s torn cartilage. If that’s true, he’ll need surgery, but first I have to get him to a doctor.
Have you ever tried to get a husband to willingly go to a doctor? It’s like pulling teeth…without anesthetic.
So what’s new in your part of the world? Injuries, new pets, or shopping stress? Do you get grief for buying too small a bird?