It's Wet Up Here

Well, this area of the garden was our corn.  This area was also our beets and rutabagas.  This isn't just inches deep of water, but at least 6 inches deep.  I should have known better when I planted this field in the mud.  You might say I'm a bit discouraged about our gardens.

Peter heard today that last night we received 3 inches of rain.  That was on top of a bunch more we've received since Memorial Day weekend. 

I do know the Lord is in charge.  We do what we can, but the outcome is up to Him.   I'm sure glad it's not up to me.

Turkeys

Turkeys 2011 from Bartlett Farm on Vimeo.

Jonathan ordered his turkeys a bit later than last year so we can butcher them closer to Thanksgiving.  Hopefully the weather won't be too cold when they are ready.

I'm always amazed that turkeys are so curious, and have better personalities than chickens.   It's so much fun to get them to gobble!  I think the poults were a week old when Andrew took the video.

Stormy Weather

Storm from Bartlett Productions on Vimeo.

Peter caught the end of one of the storms we've been having lately.  The ground doesn't seem to get a chance to dry out before we receive another rain. 

Yesterday we were continuing our efforts to finish up planting in the garden areas.  This is an unusual year, because normally everything is in by Memorial Day weekend. 

Today is one of our first warm, humid, sunny days.  The crops should start growing now, but then so will the weeds and mosquitoes!  We have our work cut out for us.

Pigs and Fences

Last night I about 10:30 I heard the sound of a bucket being tipped over.  I thought it must be our dog Samson, who is characterized by pushing an old sled from in front of the cat house (which is Samson's dog house that was taken over by the cats) to get to the cat food.  It was a bit surprising to find Zorro -- our boar -- eating Samson's dog food. 

I'm very thankful that Zorro is a friendly pig, but at approximately 500 pounds he doesn't like to be pushed around.  I got Peter up and he brought a bucket of milk to entice Zorro back to his place down the hill and into his electric fence.  It wasn't quite as easy as that, but eventually Zorro was back in his home. 

The next hour was spent trying to determine why Zorro's fence wasn't receiving a charge.  I think we finally fell into bed about midnight. 

And then Zorro was out again this morning.  Hopefully we can get to the bottom of this and keep him happy where we want him to be.