Animals
Pigs on Parade
Sadly, as I sit here typing,
my eyes, ears, chin, neck, arms and legs are busting out in itchy, scratchy poison ivy.
"In December?" you say.
"Yup." [she says rubbing her chin raw]
A dried up gnarly apple?
Where I fear my face is headed!
I'm not sure if I should blame it on Sam and Oakley running through the woods,
then bringing oils home on their fur...
or....
that old pair of work gloves that I donned on Friday
(that I just might have used to pull weeds this past Spring...and yes, occasionally a weed is
actually some nasty poison ivy in disguise.)
Saturday and Sunday were sunny and crisp,
so Hubbs and I set about building next year's strawberry boxes.
Hubbs is very precise and carefully measures and places strings as a guide.
I cannot say enough great things about these cedar boxes (or about Hubbs, for that matter.)
The wood comes pre-cut and pre-drilled..
ready and quick to assemble.
The real work will be in filling the boxes with soil and compost.
Heavy duty tarp serves as a weed barrier.
We will cut the tarp out of the inside of the boxes, however, to allow for drainage.
Then the rest of the tarp will be covered with several inches of oak bark mulch.
TomTom was intent on helping.
Helping? (or flossing!)
So much for holding the string line still!
Oakley was sniff inspector..."this one smells just fine!"
Please don't lift that back leg, Oakley...
no need to mark this territory...it's mine!
Of course the turkeys were the entertainment,
gobbling their critique of our work.
Whoa, not so close, Edith!
"Anybody in there?" she chirps.
And as long as the project does not involve latex paint,
I don't mind the turkeys' participation.
(lesson learned last summer while painting the garden shed...
resulting in bourbon red turkeys with green breasts)
We took a quick break from construction to take the piggies up to their grazing yard.
Until now I have been transporting them in a dog crate on the back of the gator.
But since they are growing like weeds, we decided it was time to harness train them.
Harnesses secured....
Lead ropes attached...
Off we go....
pigs on parade!
Piggies: $$$$
Halters: $
Picture of Hubbs walking piggies on leash: PRICELESS!
Amazingly, I swear the pigs knew exactly where they were going,
and wasted no time in getting there.
I had read on another website in a post entitled "Kunekune Pigs FAQ's":
Question: "How do you harness train a Kunekune pig?"
Answer: "Put the harness on."
It's true.
It was. That. Easy.
Oh and I love my new strawberry boxes.
No more weeding on my hands and knees.
And those awful-tenacious-prickly-thistley-that reproduce by the thousands-weeds?
Buried beneath tarp, strawberry boxes, and soon many inches of oak bark mulch.
Us: 1
Weeds: 0
Go Team!
Us: 1
Weeds: 1
And with the way my face is feeling, the weeds may have won.... this time.
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