Micro Entrepreneurism, Simple Living & Art
We are welcoming the cooler nights and days, however we are not ready for the cold.
We went camping at Smith Mountain Lake for my birthday, and came home to find 2 dead ducks. We suspected dogs.
Hank cleaned our chimneys. That was not a fun job.
A small little dachsund type dog showed up on our porch in the middle of the night, shivering and hungry. We fed her and gave her a blanket to sleep on and she didn’t leave. Cute, yes. But not enough to win any of us over, especially since she was a yapper. We took her to the pound.
Buzz man disappeared for 5 days and had us all worried. Then he meowed at me on my way to the shipping cabin. The reunion between Reefer and him was adorable.
Reefer is now a 2 house cat. He sleeps here but walks over to Mom’s with us and the dogs. And back again.
Spider season was bad this year, as to be expected at a previously abandoned place I spose. If you didn’t kill the spider when you knocked down his web, they would rebuild in minutes. Despite my best efforts, I probably walked into 2 or 3 a day for a while there. Thankfully this season is coming to a close.
Another possum in the chicken coop eating all the eggs. We heard a squabble outside, went to investigate and saw the beaty eyeballs. Hank shot him. I’m pretty sure neither one of us was wearing any pants.
Found another dead duck one morning. Looked like a dog. Next morning we woke up to the yappy dog barking in the woods. Hank is on a serious no other dogs at Hawk-Mo kick after the earlier goat incident and now the ducks so he gets up and takes the .22. I hear some shots. Come to find out there were 3! dogs and one was a pit bull in the pond swimming after the ducks like Jaws, back for another one. He thinks he hit him.
We processed our old layers that weren’t laying anymore, plus three dude ducks (too many and they get rough with the ladies). Took us all day to do 8 birds, but we did it (a first for doing it by ourselves). Slow pokes we are. But just in time for a new batch of babies to arrive the next day.
Hank ripped out everything but the bathroom in Genie the adventure van. We are rebuilding her into a much more functional camper, inspired by pictures of other people’s Sprinter build outs. Hank has done all the wood work and building of shelves and cabinets, plus he will be doing lights and electrical. I’m the painter. And mom is head of textiles. She’s making us a curtain to separate the front and back, a cushion for the large Yeti cooler, and leading the installation of our pink fur ceiling. Read that last bit one more time just so it sinks in.
The garden is winding down, but I do have some fall crops going. I’ve lost many to insects. Surviving so far are a couple broccoli, cabbage, collards, carrots, radishes, beets, turnips, kohlrabi and greens. Enough to eat all Winter? No way. But better then none.
Deer visited our meadow, between the Ghetto cabin and the creek, while Hank was on the porch and Hank caught it on film!