Tuesday I got the bigger part of the garden disced up. I’m just gonna call that grass extra humus or maybe mulch. Anyway, it’s knocked down. Yesterday morning I was discing the smaller part and the lever that operates the front end loader came off in my hand. Great. Called a neighbor that likes to tinker with old tractors and took tractor to him.
I moved chicken tractor to fresh grass and set it down on a pullet’s neck. Yeah, she died. I felt bad about that. We were leaving at noon, so didn’t have time to clean her. So I tossed her to the pigs. In no time that chicken was gone, feathers, feet and all. Never fall down in a pig pen is all I got to say.
We left to go pick up granddaughters in Cisco, to meet DD halfway. We have to take Interstate 20 through Dallas and Fort Worth, plus the smaller towns before, in the middle and after the city limits. It’s over 100 miles of high speed bumper cars. It poured down rain all the way there and back. Visibility was two 18 wheeler lengths, it was scary. I navigated, DH drove, it takes us both to run the gauntlet, with the help of talking map apps. Got back at 9:00 last night. Raining now, will rain all day. Now that we are home, I’m glad it’s raining. Got 2 inches so far.
Didn’t feed last night, animals were hungry this morning. It took awhile, but got them all cared for. Do it again this evening. Walked to neighbor’s and got my tractor. Had on Carhart overalls and a hoodie over my clothes, still got soaked. Eh.
Next week we will be laying out cardboard and wood chip mulch. Taking girls to a rodeo tomorrow. Neighbor boy, age 12, is riding bulls. Got to go cheer for his 8 seconds of ride, if he doesn’t get thrown off before the buzzer.
