Marcus found a calf!  Of course, it was the sickliest one there.  They had one a month old, but noooo, he had to have the week old skin and bone.  We’ve had him a week today.  Arlis had to have one, it’s a hereford.  They’re brown (called red-I never understood that, looked brown to me) with a white face.  Marcus’s is a holstein.  Arlis’s is about a month old and cost more, of course.  He’s weaned and refuses to take a bottle.  He eats grain and grazes on spring shoots.  Marcus’s, Butty, got pneumonia.  We prayed and prayed and made him walk and gave him shots.  We went ahead and gave the other one shots as he was coughing too.  Gave him gatorade/water mix in between feedings.  Wish it only cost me $12.80 for 6 shots of penicillin and 2 other meds and I was cured of pneumonia in 3 days.  He’s up jumping around now, and eating at the corners of our clothes.

 

 

Starks delivered plants!  They come in this cardboard box.

Here is my olive tree

And here are Arlis’s trees.  They are shipped bare root, which means no dirt and dormant.  He planted them immediately.  They’re the two sticks

I planted mine too.  It was more fun 🙂  I got to put the orange tree in its larger, and possibly permanent, home.  And, Marcus’s plant, impatiens, that he got me in Kindergarten for mother’s day (2 years ago) got moved to a bigger pot too.  I’m think of trying some cuttings from it.  I put them all out a few hours here and there to harden off for the summer sun.

We had to take out the egg turner for the last three days-it’s the yellow thing

And turn the ones not ready by hand three times a day.  Turning them near the end can cause suffocation as the air sac moves due to gravity, buoyancy, whatever it’s called, and not turning them until then can cause the membrane to stick to the shell or something and they can die that way.  Yes, the hen does this all on her own naturally.

Only one hatched out of 13, so we took them outside and cracked them in the drain bucket (for when we butcher chickens) to see what the problem was.  One was a fully developed chick, all the others were nothing to beginning stages.  The full chick was churping and jumped out of my hand when I picked the egg up to check on it while still in the incubator, so we don’t know what killed it.  It only fell one inch onto the wire frame which is bouncy when it did jump.  I don’t know if that did it, or the one chick that did hatch did it when it moved all the eggs around and that killed it.  But, they did not go to waste…ahh the circle of life

It rained again.  My peas originally did OK, and then…

And it rained some more

The first time we had gusts up to 70mph and spent one hour in the middle of the night in Marcus’s bathroom praying while I missed my basement and demanded a root cellar.

It just would not stop raining.  This was the time Knoxville flooded.  That was our run off.  I would say I’m sorry, but my peas are probably growing in someone’s yard in Knoxville now.  We have a stream that runs all the way from the fence on the end of our property to the creek in the woods of dad’s.

 

Now, blueberry pie-I bet you’ve been wondering

Arlis is a junk food junkie and our Walmart has a clearance bakery cart.  He bought cupcakes and a single serving blueberry pie.

“Oh no!”

“What?”

“I should have read this…If there’s one thing I hate…”

“Lemon flavored?”

“Yup”

“Well duh-they were yellow.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean…Fine!”

 

“Did you read the ingredients on the blueberry pie?” (we eat according to Torah Law)

“No…sigh!….Lard, pig fat, bacon bits.”

“ha ha”

“Sugar…at this point I can’t spell them b/c I can’t possibly remember how he pronounced them…LOCUST!”

“Locust bean gum?”

“Yeah yeah, whew!…moli…mol….sugar alchohol.”

(I started reading it now)  “Molitol.  Diabetics should consult a physician as this is a sugar alcohol and is metabolized more slowly than sugar…”  I read silently and then laughed hysterically…It said molitol in large quantities can act as a laxative.

“What?”

“Hmm-hmm”

“What?”

“Nope.”

“What?  Fine!”  He reads it…”Hey Marcus, want some blueberry pie??”

 

We all ate a bite with no known aftereffects..but it is a running joke now if someone is too long in the bathroom we ask, “Do you need a blueberry pie?”

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