It seems a bit early to me, but there are several chickens who are molting. Bud jokingly told me that it looked like one of our chickens had gotten eaten by a predator. Even though I knew the feathers were from molting, I had to go count the chickens. Yep, all there.
When chickens molt, it takes a lot of protein to make the new feathers coming in. The protein that would normally go toward making eggs is being utilized elsewhere. Consequently, they stop laying while molting and the amount of eggs we collect goes way down.
I have been buying eggs from the Soap Lady. Her son has about 75 chickens that produce eggs which they sell. So the other day, I got in my car, and drove down the gravel road to her house. She is about two miles away. We have to drive about 20 miles an hour on the gravel road. It seems like it takes about 10 minutes to get there. (If you want to do the word problem and figure it out, go ahead, but I’m not going to waste the brain power to do so. I’ve always hated word problems.)
I had already called the Soap Lady first to ask her when would be a good time to come get the eggs. She said anytime was fine. When I got there, she said she hated to charge me for the eggs. (I have been buying a lot of eggs from her lately.) I already insisted that she take more than her original suggested price (which was ridiculously low.) I told her that if I had something to ‘barter,’ I’d do it, but the way I saw it, with one of them out of work, they could use the money, and we could use the eggs. She seemed satisfied with that. I feel like I’m getting a steal for those good, healthy eggs. As I returned the egg cartons from the last eggs I’d bought, I apologized that Grace had gone bonkers one evening, climbed up on the counter, and used one of the egg cartons as a toy and mangled it. She waved it off. I took the two dozen eggs from her and headed back home.
I was hoping I would see the Tatanka at the fence by the road. I mentioned in one of my last few posts that the Mennonites have Buffalo. I don’t know why. They haven’t said why, and I haven’t asked. I suspect they might have them to keep the grass mowed. It’s time consuming to brush hog acreage, and it’s also costly to hire someone if you don’t have your own tractor to do it yourself. The Mennonites keep their homesteads very tidy looking. We’ve heard that the son who owns most of the acreage burns the underbrush once a year. I don’t know how it’s done without starting a forest fire. I guess that remains to be seen. The pasture, I guess, is managed by the Buffalo.
I just snapped these pictures quickly. I kind of felt like I was doing something wrong, somehow. I was on the road, and kind of in the driveway to their church (which is right across from this hill.) I think the buffalo are magnificent-looking. They are huge! When I got out of the car, they started coming toward me. I think they might have thought I had a treat for them. (Again…there’s that ‘treat vibe’ I give off.) I was kind of alarmed at first. When they saw I didn’t have anything for them, they stopped. I noticed there were several calves in the herd.
Here is a buffalo joke for you that Bud told to me today:
What did the Buffalo say to his son as he was going off to college?
(Yuk, yuk, yuk.) 🙂
The view up there at the top of the hill where the buffalo roam is one of the best views around these parts. I’d like to go up there one day at sunset and take some pictures. This picture is facing west, and the sunsets up there are spectacular.
In other news, I do home repairs! I repair things! You have to understand that am completely un-mechanical. I hate instruction manuals, and I become completely paralyzed when something breaks or I have to put something together. I’m more of an ‘assistant’ when it comes to repairing or building something.
Something possessed me the other day, and I decided to try my hand at replacing the screens. We have a number of them that are busted out or have holes in them. It was really much easier than I had anticipated. I highly urge you to try it if you have some screens that need to be replaced. If I can do it, ANYONE can do it.
Here are the steps:
1) There is a rubber string thingee that holds the screen in place. Find where the end of it is and pry it out with something sharp. I used the knife that Bud bought specifically for me (because every country gal needs a sharp knife.)
2.) Pull the rubber string thingee that holds the screen in all the way out, and remove the old screen.
3) Measure the new screen material over the frame and cut the new piece.
4) Make sure the screen is lined up straight. Take the end of the rubber string thingee, press it over the screen into the groove at one of the corners to get it started, and then use your screen replacement tool thingee to press it in all the way around.
5.) Using a utility knife (or your country-girl knife,) trim the excess screen material close to the rubber string thingee.
6.) Take the finished screen, and hold it high above your head as you proudly walk inside the house (watch out for the ceiling fan) to show your hubby what you did, while singing the ‘March from the Nutcracker’ as you strut around with it.
Seriously…if I can do it, YOU can do it. This was monumental for me. Hey, Everybody! I repair things!
My fried okra came out okay. I chopped it in pieces, I beat an egg and put the pieces in the egg mixture and let them soak for about 15 minutes. Then I dipped them in cornmeal with a little salt and pepper. I fried them in coconut oil (my frying oil of choice.) Next time I will use bacon grease (as suggested by a friend.) They could have used a little more salt, and I bought Bob’s Red Mill Organic cornmeal (to avoid the GMO’s) and it was pretty course. It made the cornmeal part hard to chew. It kind of felt like eating those hard unpopped kernals at the bottom of the popcorn bowl. I’m looking forward to trying it again with bacon grease, a little more salt, and some finer cornmeal. The chickens didn’t seem to mind eating the leftovers, and it sure looked pretty!
We continue to work on the house. Bud has been working on the counter for the pantry. I put Tung Oil on the walls and floor. I think it made the floor, especially, look a lot better. It will help protect the wood from termites and other bugs.
It was more than I hoped for, seeing that it’s an old floor, and was never really intended to be bare as a floor.
It has been hot here, but we are determined to live here without air conditioning. Everyone comments on how much cooler it is down here in the ‘holler.’ Today, there is a heat index warning. Thankfully, it always cools down at night.
That’s all of the news from Lake Winnipesaukee. ‘Hope you all are having a good week.