It is unbelievable how spring works around here. The melt off in the Rockies turns to some of the most violent storms I have ever witnessed… EVERY YEAR! This past Thursday I was off to pick up my mother from the airport. As per usual the severe storm warnings came up. We had a bit of a hail storm and I thought not much of it. However, the memo’s being issued from Denver International Airport had multitudes of flight delays. They weren’t allowing planes to land and were re-routing them either above the storm or way north into Wyoming to avoid the golf ball sized hail we were being hammered with down on Terra Firma. I left to pick up mom and didn’t get 3 miles down the road and had to hide out under an over pass to keep from having my truck destroyed by hail. It was like being in a 55 gallon drum while someone shot a 12 gauge shotgun at me repeatedly. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t hear, I was in 4 wheel drive in a big old pickup, and it wasn’t enough. The hail was golf-ball sized and was coming down horizontally and breaking itself into pieces on the side of my truck. Springtime in the Rockies… no matter how romantic…. completely sucks!!
This is what exhausted looks like if you are a Lab:
This was from today (May 31st):
However, we have been weeding and manure spreading and tilling and planting like there is no tomorrow. In fact, tomorrow, the root garden gets planted, the drippers pressurized and tested, and the meat chickens go outside (which will be a blessing considering our house now smells a lot like chicken shit). Here is a “so far” update on the big garden:
We had a day or so with a sick piggy but all seems to be ok. He was throwing up but the day before he was just fine. My suspicion is that he ate some of the weeds we had pulled up and something didn’t sit quite right. As of today he is up and running so all is good.
We put the new layer girls out into the “grow out coop” – a coop that allows them to grow up to the size of the existing hens so they can defend themselves once the new pecking order ensues. I have had to dispatch a couple of our 3 year olds because the flock was pecking them to death and while it might be part of nature, it is painful to watch.
Here are the new little ones:
The piggies are all healthy again. Which is fortunate. I had to give our last ladies Penicillin shots for a week and there is nothing more deafening than a screaming piglet!
So during the “holiday” we all weeded, spread poop, roto-tilled, flame weeded and got the garden ready for the summer.
Aaron with the flame thrower with dad hoping he doesn’t start a wildfire!
Grandma has been a weeding machine! She seems to love it so I’m not going to look a gift horse…..
Because we couldn’t put the beds to bed properly last fall, here is what we had to contend with…. metric tons of the nastiest taprootiest, grassiest crap mother nature ever invented!
Once we could find the soil again then came the job of spreading composted chicken crap on it for fertilizer…. guess who got THAT job?
Then out came the tractor and the tiller to flatten it out and make it plantable.
Tomorrow the meaties go out in the chicken tractor, the drippers get pressurized, the onions get planted, the beans get seeded and we are off to the races to get it all in before the end of the week. Vacation? What stinking vacation? I stop doing my real job for a day or so and this stuff happens….. why am I doing this? I must be neurotic. Time will tell.