About a month ago, I was sitting in the garden, pulling bermuda grass out of my asparagus bed. I looked up and quietly took note of the fact that I had been joined by two children, two cats, several guineas and a baby sheep. It made my heart happy to realize that my vision of our farm was coming true.
I mulched the berry bushes and the little fruit trees that I had purchased on a whim when they were on sale at Tractor Supply last year. The trees were five bucks a piece, and they look great. I love it when a deal works out. Grace and I went out to the fields and dug up a little evergreen and transplanted it at the end of an exisiting row. Our plan is to continue transplanting baby evergreens from the field to the garden, to make a living fence along the west side of what I call the garden alley. There are already rows of trees to the east and west, making my garden area a little hideaway from the rest of the property.
While reading my farm journal as a reference for this post, I sadly came across a statement that was a bit of foreshadowing. It reads, "Put the Rhode Island Red rooster back in with the flock and the Barred Rock rooster immediately attacked him. Gave the RIR some Ivermectin to hopefully get rid of any remaining worms and lice, and put him back in the shop in isolation after a family consultation on what to do with him. The rooster, Doug, will be allowed to roam, and if he lives long enough I will put him in with the ducks when the duck house is finished."
The RIR, Doug, did not live long enough to make it as a resident in Garden Alley. RIP, Doug. :(
I mulched the berry bushes and the little fruit trees that I had purchased on a whim when they were on sale at Tractor Supply last year. The trees were five bucks a piece, and they look great. I love it when a deal works out. Grace and I went out to the fields and dug up a little evergreen and transplanted it at the end of an exisiting row. Our plan is to continue transplanting baby evergreens from the field to the garden, to make a living fence along the west side of what I call the garden alley. There are already rows of trees to the east and west, making my garden area a little hideaway from the rest of the property.
While reading my farm journal as a reference for this post, I sadly came across a statement that was a bit of foreshadowing. It reads, "Put the Rhode Island Red rooster back in with the flock and the Barred Rock rooster immediately attacked him. Gave the RIR some Ivermectin to hopefully get rid of any remaining worms and lice, and put him back in the shop in isolation after a family consultation on what to do with him. The rooster, Doug, will be allowed to roam, and if he lives long enough I will put him in with the ducks when the duck house is finished."
The RIR, Doug, did not live long enough to make it as a resident in Garden Alley. RIP, Doug. :(
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