26 bottles being washed/rinsed/sterilized to get the mead out of carboy, corked, and aging in the cellar.
Pea soup building pressure on the stove with the Easter ham bone, nerf fight with kids all morning, played badminton in the yard with wife for a while, gin and tonic with half a lime in my glass, and dog napping at my feet.
Time to dig out the ukulele and nearly reach mellow perfection. Just a shame I don’t have a rocking chair.
The roof and floor of the old treehouse need replacement and the walls are meh at best. New plan to just frame and roof a new coop and side/floor it with factory boards a cousin is always trying to unload.
Most likely overhang the rear of the roof to keep external access to the laying boxes dry when opened and place a cover to a feed chute that keeps a framed-in gravity hopper topped up. No final plans for a waterer, but it will not be automatic and will probably be made from a bucket. I have a spare length of gutter and a plastic water drum kicking around possibly tie into it.
Then the real work of fencing the chicken run. I hate fencing. Especially digging a foot deep trench to angle out the bottom to discourage things burrowing in. May go colonial and just stab a dense wall of trimmed saplings in the ground for a stockade wall for the run and call it good enough :v
And no real plan for rodent discouragement beyond airgun with range card of the yard to keep them from crowding in.
All while planning and starting the year’s garden. I know we want shallots/garlic/potatoes-in-tire-stack/tomatoes/bell peppers/squash so far. And building two cornhole sets, a couple washers sets, a brace of laddergolf sets, finalizing the backyard airgun backstop, and building a new deck table. And then I am taking the summer easy because to hell with more projects, I have bikes that need riding, mountains that aren’t going to hike themselves, and a river to jump in. Well, may make a couple pallet chairs for the fire pit.
Actually from big box farm store a few towns over and labeled as “Red.” But the small local feed stores have turned me off through poor service and cranky attitudes from clerks v0v
Try to get my falling apart old treehouse up to the yard, tomorrow morning the. Then to start patching, re-roofing, adding exterior access to nests, and pick up some fencing to start framing a run. Then call Temporary-Masshole friend to grab some meat rabbits as the old buck croaked during early winter. And plant the garden boxes.
This is going to turn into work.
Wife and daughter are off picking up layer chicks. Feed store has some extra as of this morning and hopefully have enough for us to grab a half dozen or so right now.
Now to borrow a heat lamp and plan out a chicken tractor/coop. Might just truck my old treehouse up from my parents and fence around it. Put a few laying boxes on the wall and lean some roosts in the end.
The cat is sure to go nuts trying to get at them. She is the one that tried to take down a wild turkey; quite unsuccessfully.
- Roast ham, rubbed with fresh sage/parsley/salt/black pepper/garlic/oil paste
- Turnip, preparation undecided
- White/Red/Purple fingerling potatoes (guest is bringing)
- Squash (Guest also bringing)
- Buttermilk pie
- Roll out a batch of buttermilk biscuits
- Homemade cultured butter from the frozen portion of the first batch. Will need to make more after this.
- Might pop the cork on a bottle of vinho verde.
Plink steel spinners and knock over field target with BSA Lightning while ham roasts. This will be a mellow day.
Caught up with a friend I have not seen in too long and she wants to start hiking 4,000 footers together. It’ll be nice to have a hiking buddy on call. And she is thinking of signing up for the piccolo fondo after looking into the gran fondo I registered for.
And she still has the shotgun I gave her years ago.
My wife is hitting up a weightlifting class regularly, the kids are looking forward to bike/fishing season, and we live a fifteen minute walk from a great swimming hole in the river. Life is looking pretty good, right now.
This has been your quarterly ray of optimism, sure to be dashed as I realize the rest of the world continues to be annoying.