Dig potatoes. Plow garden and plant cover crop. Pick grapes. Make grape juice. Pick elderberries. Make jelly. Cut grass. Change the oil in my car. Dress out seven roosters and five turkeys. Go to the Joe's Run Music Jam and get some homemade ice cream. Chill by the fire pit.
What did we actually accomplish?
Dig potatoes. Check.
Plow garden and plant cover crop. Check. Turnips, lettuce, kale and other seeds await the arrival of rain.
Pick grapes. Check. Make juice. Check. Six quarts of purple passion are in the freezer.
Pick elderberries. Check. A pint of deep red juice is reserved for the making of elderberry butter this weekend, due to the promise of my neighbors that it is delicious.
Cut grass. Check. Larry did that while I messed with berries.
Change the oil in my car. Check. Larry was the man again.
Dress out seven roosters and five turkeys. Roosters--check. Turkeys--we wore out. They're on the list for the coming weekend.
Go to the music jam. Check.
Get homemade ice cream. Check--Larry took care of this one.
Chill by the fire pit. Check, for two nights in a row.
It was a good weekend, and pretty productive. As for those roosters, the hens are much happier now that the stress of so much male ego is abated. The constant crowing had to be driving the girls nuts because it sure wasn't making us happy. That makes twelve birds in the freezer for a total of about 45 pounds of chicken.
What does home-dressed chicken look like?