When I lived in our previous home I would often play my favorite CD in the mornings. It was instrumental music set with birds singing in the background. I don't feel the need now since all I have to do is open my windows. The birds sing a fuller song here, more notes with a happier pitch. There is little vehicle or distracting sounds. This morning it is just glorious birds.
On a sad note, our Mountain Bluebirds have left. I didn't get to see the babies. The parents always went out of their bird house at the crack of dawn and then stayed in for the day until sunset. I suppose now that the snow is leaving the mountains that that is where they have disappeared to. I'm sure I was just to busy to slow down and notice. Then again I just might have been gone to the other place working when the little ones made their first flights. Next year, I'm not missing out.
Barn swallows have taken up the nests. My husband isn't too happy. They fly about in the barn too and of course poop all over things. They are completely different. The male flies around the yard and sits on the post above their home most of the day. With them here most of the other birds have left. Wonder if this is a pattern each year?
Another visitor in the yard this morning was this doe. I'm waiting to see some fawns arrive. She is eyeing the apple tree. They are in full bloom right now and the bees are loving it.
This week I started letting the girls run the yard. Oh my they are a sorry sight. They are laying really well but oh are they ugly. It is what happens when you have too many chickens in a coop. I'll have to do something about that eventually but for now I'll just keep sprouting wheat for them and letting them graze. It should help with the chicken feed bill between that and the scraps from the kitchen.
I only let them loose when I'm around to keep guard and then at night I holler, "Here chick, chick, chick" to call them back to the coop. It works great as long as you always feed a treat in the chicken coop. Kirk laughs at the sight of the girls for they are rather attached to me. I'm yummy. And when I mow the lawn, it isn't unusual to see a few trailing after.
As for gardens, I'm working on the old one and will be all summer trying to pull it around. I haven't touched the raspberry patch. It needs wire run to hold up the canes, old ones trimmed out, and a new patch started. The strawberries need moved. There is a mound of something. I'm hoping it isn't wood ashes because it is large, that is in the garden and I need the whole garden in production. I need to put in mulch piles and, and, and.
I'll finish putting chicken wire around the base of the shed today and rebuild the garden gate the wind demolished. The neighbors roof came off the other night. Yup, the wind can howl. The airport 20 miles away said they got 70 mph gusts. Don't know what we had but it wasn't nice.
Our five year old and I worked on putting in more garden area the other day. I'm determined to save seed this year and that means a pea patch to eat from and one to save seed from etc. for all the rest of the crops too or a bunch of them at least. Kirk brought an old plow and early one morning we went to work. Never plowed before but I just kept moving levers on the tractor until I found one that worked the plow up and down and away we went.
Made me think of the pioneers as we plowed through the sod and tore up the sagebrush. Glad I wasn't doing it with a mule or horse and instead had my beloved tractor. Wish the flip side of the plow worked so we could tear of the soil better but that will have to be a project for Kirk for another time. As it was he had to do some work on the plow and buy a part to get it to function.
The tractor leaves big clots that about beat you to death to rototill but the job has to be done and only once so I've buckled down and got to work building shoulder and arm muscles. Who needs a gym when there is old fashion work to be done?
Just a touch more of rototilling to do for I had to quit as the lighting last night sent me running for cover. Now the new area awaits fencing and planting. That is what I plan on starting on next week. I've got some tomatoes in the house that are about to topple over, they are so... tall in their pots but they will have to wait a week. I can only go so fast. This ole body isn't young like it once was and as the week grow to a close it is needing some rest.
It will indeed be exciting to see what this garden year brings. My onions are up and the garlic. A few peas are just poking through the ground and that is why I had better hurry and get the garden gate up and the chicken wire around the bottom of the garden shed. Pea shoots are so... yummy.