Just things around the teeny tiny farm

Guineas really are strange creatures. We have found two nests right here in the yard. The first nest had 27 eggs. We sold the fertile eggs for $5.00 a dozen. Two days later we happened upon this nest hidden under an Azalea. We gathered 24 eggs and left 17 in the nest so the guinea hens will keep coming back here to lay..

Usually when a nest has 30 or more eggs, one of the female guineas starts setting, and boy does she put her life on the line to do so. During the day a male guinea stays close by to protect and keep her company. Come sunset, all the guineas except her, fly up in the big cedar tree over the chicken lot, leaving the little female all alone to sit through the dark of night, with wandering possums, raccoons, skunks, and foxes.

Why just last week, early morning around 6:30, Poppy left for work and just up the dirt road started seeing guinea feathers. Hundreds of guinea feathers. He got out of the truck and tracked the feathers to a nest in the deep grass along the edge of the road. The poor guinea had put up quite a fight but was gone. Had we known she was there, we would have brought her and the eggs home. The nests are hard to find.

Down behind the chicken lot is the darkest, richest soil...so I got the little pink wheelbarrow dirty again. Also tried out the new potting bench and re-potted eighteen Rose of Sharon plants.

Trouble is, I caught myself bending over the wheelbarrow to fill the pots with soil. How does one use a potting bench? Maybe as a place to to put everything? Anyhow, it was fun and the little plants look much happier.

There is one beautiful yellow, and I do mean yellow! lily blooming in a pot at the teeny tiny garden...

Digging a new flower bed in full sun to grow flowers, lots of flowers, is weighing heavy on my mind. I won't rest now until that is done!

From our late afternoon, after supper, walk around the pond with Eli and Weetie...

and the cool patch of wild ferns that grow at the head of the pond.

Thank you now for visiting today. I'll end this with a kitty cat picture. One of Bickett that Poppy took. Seems every time Poppy walks past Bickett, when he is on this stool, one of them tries to pick a fight...

Poppy says it's Bickett. Pardon the dust. The weather has been much too pretty these last few days to stay inside and dust. 

Love,
Henny