Here are just a few odds and ends of life around the farm...
Below is Dusty, wanting desperately to grab the bluebirds coming and going from the bird house where they are feeding their babies. The house is out of reach but oh so close. One day I fear Dusty will lose control and go flying off the rail.
Here is a picture of Mike not having fun trying to remove some dirt that we'd planned on adding to the garden but decided was too heavy and clay-like. He needed the trailer emptied for a job he was doing, so it had to be removed. But it wouldn't budge - even with the trailer cranked all the way up.
I climbed up to where he is above and jumped and shoved and pushed - using my entire body weight - to try to move it, but it just sat there like one large dead slug. Between the two of us, we got it out, but were both covered in mud by the time is was all over. Here are my boots:
Here is a shot of the green beans a few days ago as the sun was starting to go down and Sophie was walking by:
They are being attacked by new creatures who recently introduced themselves - cotton jassids. The first year I had beans they were killed by Mexican bean beetles, last year I had no problems with my beans at all; they were prolific and one of the few plants I didn't have to fret over. This year it's the unassuming cotton jassid. I'd never heard of these guys, but looked 'em up and they're not very nice. They look harmless enough - even kinda cute - but they're tiny jumping demons only 3mm long. They've chewed off leaves from some of the plants and I'm being tenacious with spraying with neem and dusting DE to keep them under control.
Other than this new annoyance, the garden is doing well so far. Mike is bringing home some flower seeds for me tonight for the parts of the garden where I didn't plant veggies this year. I've already planted sunflowers and tomorrow I'll plant some zinnias, bachelor buttons, a wildflower mix, a bird and bee mix and one other mix I can't remember the name of. I've got cleomes popping up all over from when my tenants used to live here, so I've replanted them into their own spot. They are very cool flowers:
We had to say goodbye to Clyde. I hated letting him go, but he was just too hard on the hens. Five were already wearing saddles and three more needed to. With the hot summer right around the corner, it just didn't seem right that they had to wear little coats. When Mike saw Clyde go after one of the hens in a very nasty, mean way, he said it was wrong to make all sixteen of them suffer while Clyde did as he pleased. So, Clyde is gone and the saddles are off and there is peace in the coop and run. I kinda miss ol' Clyde, but his hormones were outa control!
I haven't forgotten about the requested "update" and am really trying to get to it! If the weather is nice tomorrow, I'll see what I can do.