Yesterday we wanted to slaughter chickens. You know, so we could eat them. Jim and I bled and plucked the first two, and sent them in to the eviserator (my mother) and the bagger (the oldest kid). Mom came out and said, "These chicken have no boobs, we should wait." So, we had heated up the water for 2 chickens. Oh well, we'll give them 2 or 3 more weeks. But then they gotta GO! Seriously, these birds are 5 months old.
Jim finished making some modifications on the pig pen to keep the B&B boys in. Seems to be working. Now we just need to move the pen. There's always work to be done, isn't there.
Yesterday, I ambled over to my tomato plants. No tomatoes, but lots of flowers. The temperatures are supposed to be cooler...so, maybe I'll get lucky before the end of October!
We are trying to figure out how to move the pigs at Mom's house to our house. One gilt and the barrow are for eating, but the other gilt is to get up close and personal with Willy. Authorized pig sex. To result in authorized piglets. To result in authorized pork! I am surprisingly fond of the pigs that we have right now. Willy just wants you to scritch his back...get him in the right spot and he just flops over. It's amusing to watch, really.
All my city friends think I'm crazy, but they do not know what they are missing. Homegrown meat is just delicious. We looked at the sheep yesterday, and the ram has done his conjugal duty, and now it is time to go to Freezer Camp for him. All we are waiting for now is the engine hoist (hey, necessity is the mother of invention) and a coolish morning.
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