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Stuck again
Really? How on earth? Why? Why? Why? After a day of shoveling horse poop this what I come home to. Deputy Dingle stuck in the hay feeder. I wanted a buck why?

Ghetto gardening

I am trying super super hard to get this lot not ghetto. It's hard when the humidity sucks the life out of you though. Ten minutes outside yesterday and I got dizzy. I planted some crops a few days ago and guess what! They sprouted! Thank god! I was worried because animals of all sorts have been trying to sabotage. And I am not lying when I tell you I saw a pack of pit bulls trample the beds. I need a fence badly. I've been scavenging wood for a while now and maybe have enough to make an entrance of some sort. I think I want to hang a sign of somekind too, saying something cute like, 'beautification in progress.' we'll see what I come up with. Any ideas??? Let me know!!

Deputy Dingle suffers consequences

That old Deputy Dingle and the two ladies busted through the goat fence and were sniffing the beehive. And guess what happened. The bees attacked and Dingle was the recipient of a couple, or few, bee stings. I was inside the house with the baby when I hear Dingle yelping, like a human with a touch of goat. I ran to the kitchen window and he is running and bucking, trampling my collard green sprouts, mind you. So I go out there and there is a bee buzzing around his head, going for the kill. The girls are standing there half panicked, not sure what to do or where to run. So I open the gate and he haul-asses past me to the manger and the girls are right behind him. Serves him right for breaking the rules, lol. Why is it that it's always me plus baby vs. The goats? And why do they always seem to out smart me? So not cool. But I'm pretty sure that the bee vs. Goats ended with the bees victorious. Suckers!

Quail massacre

Total dismemberment. I'm heart broken. Something ate them last night and left the nastiest mess. As soon as I walked onto the porch next to their bin, I saw a swarm of flies. I held my breath an peaked inside, complete carnage. Legs, wings, heads, organs, everywhere. I almost cried. I've spent too much time taking care of them for some careless animal to swoop in and destroy everything. It didn't even eat them all, just killed. It was terrible. I came inside and pulled myself together enough to look for the shovel. And like always it was nowhere to be found so I had to dig a hole with the hoe. Talk about insult to injury. Now I have to break the bad news to Mr. Farmer.

Deputy Dingle

I know what everybody's thinking... Where are the goat babies? Well, I've given up hope of babies. Failure. But I bought some insurance, a buck. And we've named him Deputy Dingle. He's six months old and half the size of the ladies so we'll see if they take him seriously. It's just going to take a little longer to get milking.
In the meantime I've scored some HUGE tubs for tilapia farming!! And there's a place in St. Augustine for the fingerling. So not all is lost, I'm still very disappointed though. I can't stand farming failures.

For the future I'm planning a farmstand at some point, fresh produce and such. I just need a location so I don't give the farm away. And there's also the little task of planting fall crops. But I need my manure delivery before then. I'm on a poo waiting list. Story of my life.

Baby ducks are heartless murderers

i have baby ducks in an ornamental birdcage that I swiped from my grandmothers trash pile in my house. The reason, they are murders. They stomped not one, but TWO baby quails!! And then slept on top of the bodies, like a serial killer. It was so gross, nature's rough. So they have been separated. The ducks now live in the dining room, where I can keep a close eye on them. I just can't figure out how they squirted poop inches from the cage onto the table. It's spiteful.
In other news, the moringa have sprouted! Now we will weather the end of the world just fine, haha. What this really means is free animal food! And bright orange egg yolks!! I'm so excited! We also filled the raised beds yesterday. We're only missing horse poo and pine bark. The pine bark has been sitting in the front yard for a month, I'm so embarassed to admit that, but what can I do with a baby and a crappy job?? Slowly but surely...