Adventures In Homesteading (Day 43-44)
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Guest take priority, Bob Backwords passes on & Quite the short entry!
Alright, I am running rather far behind on my writing routine schedule and even though I could have written yesterday I wanted to spend time with my guest. That adventure in and of itself deserves its own novel and yup it is that same friend that doing that once or twice a year for all these years now.
It was a really enjoyable visit and they totally saw just how challenging that both the terrain and the heat actually is here on the side of this hill where I am establishing a farm. There was of course music and hiking and giving tours of the place and the usual tossing around of ideas when looking at how to improve a place.
This entry cannot be that long and I hope that I got enough pictures to make it a real post. Been super busy and just an hour or so ago I found the rooster named Bob Backwards with a broken neck in his crate. I am unsure what happened there because he could have got it hung up somehow and hurt himself but when I felt his neck it had definitely been wrenched and unlikely something he could have done to himself.
I have yet to see or hear anything around this area that would do that to a rooster and just in case there is something around like that I did don't bury him super deep in the ground. Essentially he is deep enough in the ground to be safe but I did not pack the large sand mound over him so that if something digs him up then I might have a problematic critter to deal with.
Well, I am quite zonked out and potentially have other guest coming over the next few days and for once I am a man of fewer words so to speak. I hope that everyone is doing well. Ta ta for now! Kindness matters.
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I am so sorry about Bob Backwords, I wonder if a snake had him by the head and he flopped around trying to get free and broke his neck. This is so sad.
Last week our mama quail died from a snake, the snake had to be small to get in her cage, and it could not eat her, it had her head in its mouth, her head was wet, and it suffocated her, this is how we lost the others, too. Now we only have one left.