I dislike not documenting life. Some people take photographs, others
scrapbook, saving ticket stubs and memorabilia.
I write. I write to keep the
feelings in brain from spilling over, like releasing a pressure valve to keep
from exploding. I’m a terrible
photographer and I throw stuff away.
Writing is remembering. Writing
is history written in the present.
All of the things I will write about truly deserve their own
blog with their own further explanations. I’ve read catch up blogs that carry
on and on so I won’t do that. Here is
what I will do. In the last month since
I posted about rabbits we have:
#1 Carly created artwork from the bones we salvaged from our
rabbit harvest. The art is called Bonart
by Rosefield farm. Her creative energy
in this endeavor has been inspiring and she comes up with new ideas all the
time. But the art should speak for
itself: http://www.facebook.com/BonartByRosefieldFarm?fref=ts
A selection of Carly's creativity
Rings from rabbit vertebra
#2 Last year we added ducks to our flock. At one time we had ten – far too many. We downsized our duck flock at the end of
last summer. As we got our flock down to
a more manageable number we realized how much we really enjoy chickens and
their eggs. We adopted three new
ones. A feathery footed Brahma –
Princess Ozma, a Russian Orloff – Catherine the Great, and a Black Wyandotte –
Sister Naname. We love our birds.
Dagny tolerating the new baby chicks
#3 Meet Harvey! Carly and I both felt the itch to bring a
new dog into the home. We went to visit
one that wasn’t the right fit. After some casual looking, Carly found Harvey. The thing about Harvey was that he was in
Bend. So after a week-long vetting
process we were finally allowed to meet him.
His German Shepherd/Gordon Setter coloring was gorgeous and so was his
personality. Some people go to Bend for
a weekend of skiing. We went to adopt a
dog. Harvey has been in the home for
about a month. He is much different than
Grimsby and is curious. He has found his
way into the pantry where he has eaten a few loaves of bread and four bags of
flour. Let’s hope he doesn’t have a
gluten allergy! Harvey is a yard dog and
follows me around the farm. He’s taken a
trip to 1000 acres too. That is where he
learned to swim.
Love at first sight!
Extreme close up!
Sleepy boy
#4 Kits! Kits! Kits! We have seventeen cute, cuddly, and
eventually delicious baby bunnies.
Seventeen is a big number. These
rabbits came from three separate mothers and each litter is unique. Big Gray is our new momma who all has big fat
babies. Mama had her typical mixed
litter with Papa of one gray, one brown, and a bunch of spotted ones. Baby Mama and her husband Emannymilo made
some cute little gray ones. Those ones needed a bath after getting way too dirty in their cage that was somehow
exposed to the rain for a day.
Mel has a fistful of bunnies!
Mama & Papa's litter
Big Gray's bunnies
Ears & Tails
Stupidly cute
I took a bath!
Father-baby meeting with Emannymilo
#5 Suck it Chickens!
After three years of chickens in the backyard we have finally built a
fence to discourage the chickens from the back garden. When I designed this fence the intent was to
keep out the chickens without creating shade in our already sun starved
yard. Because we are always looking to
maximize our space I put planters in the rail that are currently sprouting
lettuce, radicchio, basil, and baby bok choy.
With the new protection there has also been a planting of lettuce,
turnips, radishes, and spinach that will be on our table before the summer heat
gets too intense.
Gotta Start somewhere
That looks like a fence!
We grow salads in our fence!
Bobby gets one last romp in the garden
Carly likes the new fence. Harvey doesn't
I know that blogs like this can be laborious to go
through. I like to take the time to
enjoy the small things in life instead of blasting out a bunch of news all at
once. This is the only way we can
sufficiently update it all. The spring
season is busy, and there are plenty of other things developing on the
farm. Keep checking back and come visit
us soon!
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