Listed all of my endurance equipment for sale yesterday. I’ve already sold some of it. I considered keeping it, but doing endurance races is nothing more than a pipe dream for me. I don’t even remember if I wrote that we sold Ace this week. I’ve had him listed for sale (and even listed as “for free” on one web site) and didn’t get any bites until I worded the advertisement just right. We got numerous calls and the first people that came out to look at him bought him just like that. Their daughter was a good fit for Ace and I think it will be an excellent home for him.
My “farm mind” abhors keeping animals that are not being used or of use to the farm.
Speaking of abhorring keeping animals: June 4, the day Poncho goes to the processor, can’t come soon enough. He gets worst by the day. I’d like to shut the whole lot of them down into the lower pasture and leave them there, but getting water to them would be difficult, plus Dutch, the Saanen buck, is down with them and I don’t want to shut him down there without shelter if it rains.
Not that it’s rained too much … it’s gone all around us for several days in a row.
The weekend is supposed to get quite hot (great!) and if all goes well, we’ll be installing the rabbit barn to an area down near the garden. I hope that won’t be a mistake, but it seems to make more sense to have the rabbit manure down near the garden where I want to use it plus it would be one less thing for the goats to get into when they are in the poultry pasture waiting to be milked. The building that is now the rabbit barn will get taken over as a chicken barn where I’ll install my brooders and chick grow-out pens. That way, when the chicks are big enough to go out, they’ll imprint on that building and hopefully those that are to be kept as future layers will roost in that barn rather than everywhere else. If all goes well, I’ll have sold a good number of my older laying hens to various individuals. We have a glut of eggs right now, customers are not buying them as much as they were, which is how goes: people only want what you don’t have. I have cartons full of eggs stacked to the ceiling and customers who were buying two or three dozen a week are now only buying one dozen. For all their desire for local food, they still find it hard to eat seasonally. That’s okay, Wally and I are eating a lot of eggs, as are the dogs.
Wally brought home a tiller last night to till up the area near the house were we formerly had raised beds. We removed the beds this spring because it was too hard to keep the chickens out of them. This morning, I’m going to plant some Sunchokes (Jerusalem Artichokes) and let them take over that area. I’d like to plant some sunflower seeds in there too, but I’m afraid they won’t survive the chickens. So far, the chickens haven’t been too terribly interested in the newly-tilled ground which is odd. They’ll probably wait until I plant the Sunchokes and then tear them up.
We got the incubator set up to do another batch of Dark Cornish eggs. I believe this will be the last clutch I’ll hatch for the year. These chickens will take a good 16 weeks to grow out so that pushes their potential slaughter date to October which is well late enough to be butchering chickens.
I think we are going to have to go to ElectroNet to keep the pastured rabbits in. Even though I move their pens several times a day, I don’t think they are getting enough to eat. Late yesterday afternoon, I picked a full trash barrel of grass and clover and divided it between all four pens. Most of it was gone within an hour! There are a few fryers that are probably big enough to harvest this week, but I’d really rather hold off until they are a bit bigger. I do have a six month old to do that I traded for milk, cheese and eggs, but I may wait on him too; I’ll probably have to have Wally help kill him because I don’t know . We have two rabbits in the freezer right now so I’d like to sell them before I process more. We’ll see … I need to weigh the ones in the tractors to see what they weigh at this point. I’d be surprised if they were at five pounds now, but I could be wrong, I often am.
Off to milk.
Until later …