The blackberries are getting ripe! Unfortunately, we felt too lazy to get suited up against chiggers this weekend and so we didn’t pick any yet–just looked at them and took a picture. Tomorrow we’ll do it!
While out by the blackberries we realized that we have a lot of sumac out there too. Perhaps time for some sumac-ade? I find it fun that we have a variety of sections of our land that form little “food plots” of their own.
We also admired the large crowd of butterflies on the horsemint that is by the blackberry patch! I marveled that there are beautiful things like this happening all the time, but we don’t always look or see. (Reminds me of my 300 things walk from a couple of months ago.)
And, despite the not seeing, beauty goes on all of the time, all over, with or without us. It is pretty cool.
In addition to the beauty, the Japanese beetles have arrived in the vineyard and require daily hand removal and squishing 😦
But, cute baby eats a pepper at sunset…
Family strolling away…
Mark got some minimal progress done on the greenhouse roof this weekend. It is going much slower than we imagined (partially because of the vineyard project taking precedence).
I also tried to get a family picture taken because I have a cute new dress dyed by my friend. But, it was one of those times where no one would cooperate and I thought this picture of what it REALLY feels like/looks like to take a family picture sometimes was funny:
We also got a so-so, good enough one:
It is also broody bird time around here apparently—one mama has a failed-so-far hatch, but is still giving it her best try and we moved two more hens into the broody coop this week (both with ten eggs each). And, the little quail mama is broody too and sitting on a big stack of tiny eggs. I hope some of these babies make it and that each mama gets to fulfill her maternal destiny 🙂
I know natural hatches have higher failure rates than incubating eggs yourself, but it is just so much cooler seeing the mama birds follow their instincts on this. And, I think babies of all species are just happier and more normal when raised by a parent rather than under a light/by non-species member.
Good vibes for chick survival would be appreciated. I’m so bummed that the first (second generation) mama’s first two babies didn’t make it past the hatch. We need to take away the remaining (seemingly rotted and/or dead) eggs away from her and start her with a new batch if her instincts are willing to keep her sitting for another 21 days…