I was puttering in the garage and basement this afternoon. Still have quite a bit of "stuff" that I relocated here from my folks house. Trying to make sense of it all and some decisions on what to do with it. After reminiscing, this item went in the recycling bin.
Came across my old Boy Scout handbook from back in 1975.
Also, appears that I wasn't too fond of being a Boy Scout.
Added some leaf bag insulation to both ends of the chicken pen.
This will certainly help keep the wind from peppering the plastic.
I filled them will Maple leaves. I'll slowly use as bedding for the coop floor throughout the winter. The chickens will enjoy scratching in it to find snacks. The rabbits also enjoy a handful here and there snack on too.
So, as I do each Fall, and have been doing for as long as I can remember, I plant Winter Rye in my vegetable gardens. Helps hold the dirt, when tilled in come Spring it enriches the soil and I can pick some throughout the Winter and feed as treats for the chickens and rabbits.
However, as you can see from the picture below the deer have already found it leaving their hoof marks behind as evidence. Although, still growing and coming in, they didn't waste any time in eating most of it to the ground.
They'll be sorry when the real cold weather is upon us, wishing they had saved some.
Of course come early Spring, with the days longer and warming the rye will take off and thicken up quite nicely.
Just need to figure out a way of deterring the deer from coming so close to the house and fussing with all our plants.
"The action of admitting someone into a secret or obscure society or group, typically with a ritual."
Well, this past Sunday I was initiated into the world of paintball, ayup!
My initiator was our neighbor Shane, aka "Junior Lollipops"
My initiation was taking a single paintball shot center mass
For months I've been able to postpone the inevitable but the pressure was mounting. I found myself constantly looking over my shoulder, especially when working in the yard, for fear of being ambushed. The yard work was suffering and I was a nervous wreck. I was even fearful of going to the mailbox some days. I was living in fear; trapped in my house. A prisoner,
This Sunday it all came to a head. I was given an offer I could not refuse - take a single shot that afternoon or multiple shots at some other unknown time. I was tired of running. The only thing left to do was give in and finally let Junior Lollipops take the shot he was so obsessed with.