Saturday, August 31, 2013

Rolling up the Days of Summer

It's been an odd Summer weather-wise.  Life-wise, pretty much the same. we've learned a few new things this summer:

Butchering ducks is not as easy as it should be. We've done 8 and it's complicated. It requires a duck with it's adult feathers in and a cool day, not a hot day.  There's a technique using wax to strip off pinfeathers that works well..........when it's not hot outside. Another 20 to go....




Percy has found his dude-ness.  He's hollering after he shags a girl. EVERY girl. It was cute the first 10 times. Now I walk out and say, "Percy, no one needs to know every time you shag a girl. You're not THAT good at it!"



We had one rooster that was terrorizing our flock of ducks. We have 3 roosters, so we had to be sure it was this rooster that was the offender. We put a band on his leg and observed him. Sure enough, it was that rooster. He was very tasty in with peanut sauce and rice.

There really isn't a need for more than one rooster anyways.  They fight with each other, try to shag other species and just get really mean if they don't have their own harem of girls. We were just waiting for them to mature  more before butchering them.  Next summer, we'll be raising a brood of chickens to butcher instead of ducks.  Much easier to feed, butcher and handle.  The ducks were a good experiment and we'll keep the 4 for eggs, but no more flock of 30 for the freezer.


Sissy has either gone completely blind or has become a bit tetched.  She stands in secluded spots totally away from the flock facing walls, trees, etc not talking, not eating just standing there. It's either that or she stands beside a pool totally alone. She'll stand there for a few minutes, then get a drink, then stand there more. I'm guessing totally blind. She can remember the layout of the yard. The only other thing to assist her is to keep all the food and water in the same place every day. 

She should adjust to it after a time. Having a constant companion would help, but Ron, her mate is more concerned with the kids. Those kids aren't kids anymore though. We did puzzle at the fact that Sissy was not motherly like Molly is to her kids. She pretty much let the Uncles raise the babies. Blindness could explain that though. If she could not see well enough to raise them, then the Uncles did the right thing. 
Molly's kids have been fun to watch grow. They started off looking very African-ish, but now show much more Toulouse in their looks. There is one definite male and three, maybe four females.  They are getting their adult voices, which is a deep, "Bup bup bup"




Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Lately, Donna duck has taken to going into the slip drag that is part of my front flower bed.  In front of her is a lavender bush. It must smell nice in that slip drag.  The two boys, Vito and Tony lay nearby and wait for her.

Little did I know until 2 days later that Donna was so enamored with her new spot that she was laying eggs in there. 

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Immersed in Wool

Nope, I'm not dead.  I bought a wool fleece off a farmer on Ebay.  Four pounds of wooly goodness.  I've been washing and spinning up bits of it all week.  About 500 yards of fingering weight cream colored wool has come off my spindle.

I happen to go off in my own little world with a fleece.  I totally immerse myself in the process of washing, drying, carding and spinning.  I find it very calming. In fact, you know in the Harry Potter movies, where Harry is being taught how to produce a Patronus charm and he must remember a very happy moment? This is one of mine.

The other one involves snuggling with my honey on the couch watching the Packers. At the time I had sprained both my ankles and could not go anywhere.  My ass was planted on that couch whenever I was home for like,  4 months.  When there's no where you can go, and nothing you can do...you accept it. Dave sat near me while I had both ankles under ice packs watching the Packers play. It was a good memory.

That's a bit of it drying on the hedge with two skeins. The skeins are plied and over 100 yards a piece. 

So you could say I'm taking a mini-vacation without leaving home.  Everyone is fine, and my biggest dilemma is trying to keep the geese out of the road.  So.........life is good!

Thursday, August 1, 2013

How to train your concentration in one 'easy' week

What you are looking at is the rash that comes with Poison Ivy. It's on pretty much the upper 1/2 of my body; flank, arms, chest, neck and ears.  Thankfully my face and hair have been spared as well as my legs.  It itches something fierce. I mean more than anything has ever itched in my life!

How does this train your concentration? Well, I had a Trigonometry final yesterday. I've spent the last week working on reviewing all I've learned over the last 6 weeks with a less than stellar results. It's hard to concentrate on formulas that have the same variables but in different areas when you really just want to scratch ...pretty much everything on the top 1/2 of your bod.

Calamine lotion works to a point, and there is no way I can have splotches of the stuff on while in public.  People are waaay to judgmental and hypersensitive to anything that smacks of being less than 100% perfect.  I've stayed home for the most part, trying to study and rest.

My final was as brutal as I expected and I tried my best.  When I got home I sat there for a good 10 minutes scratching everything I could.  Everyone tells you not to scratch but they have no flipping clue how good it feels and how intense the urge is to do so.

Molly's babies are showing more changes these last 2 weeks. There is a definite change in their beak color and they are getting their real feathers. Toulouse geese have orange beaks.  The gosling in front is showing the change to that color. It's more of a gray color than black.  As it gets older, I would expect it to become a speckled orange shade.

Now that my summer class is over, I'll be finishing up some prayer shawls for the church, as well as some odds and ends her on many knitting needles. That dogbone pillow, the deephaven cowl, a shawl made from sparkly stuff, and that sweater of Alex's.

Alex is..........well realizing that the Marines is a lot of physical work.  He's probably going to bail on it before he even gets to Basic.  Which ticks me off to no end as well as frustrates me.  He thinks he's going to get a job quickly that will give him the $$ needed to be on his own.  I told him that with only a HS Diploma that he's dreaming.  Every day I pray to God that this child would listen to his Mother, take the things I say to heart and just do what needs to be done to enter the Marines.

And every day God ........and Alex ...........ignore me.