That Boy and His Toys

Sky can look like such a good boy.

He looks regal and dignified, but that’s just not the real Sky.

Sky

He’s a goofball.

100% goofball.

And when it’s been cool and rainy after we dug out scrub mulberries for the new yard fence, that means he’s a muddy goofball.

Oy.  My poor kitchen floor.  He’s a wild man when I try to clean his paws off with an old towel.

I also don’t know where he got this toy.

It’s an old toilet brush that I had left in the building when I switched to a new one for scrubbing water buckets.  I just don’t know when he managed to steal it.

Of course, he made it into his toy.  He’s also made me realize I need to do a much better job of picking up after myself.

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Stinky Season

It’s that time of year when the bucks get all stinky.

front to back: Zeus, Xerxes, and Fionn

The wethers are fighting with the bucks through the fence.

Xerxes and Myson

The girls are starting to wag their tails and flirt with the boys.

Xerxes and Astra

I have to say, I agree with Astra that Xerxes is a handsome buck.

It won’t be long before I arrange to mix them for making spring break babies.

What I’m Not Doing

My garden this year has been a bust.  Between the late start, early heat with tons of rain, then dry, and…  Well, it’s been neglected.

I actually mowed it once between the tomatoes and stuff.  The okra grew quickly in the heat and humidity, so it will produce later in the summer.

The tomatoes are doing well also.

I’m pretty sure, even if they are totally covered by the grass and weeds, I’m still going to have a good crop.

I’ve picked a few cucumbers and a couple of zucchini.

Unfortunately, I have lost some zucchini plants to squash vine borers.  I hate them.

I don’t know how to get rid of them since they are in the soil.

acorn squash (not touched by squash vine borers so far)

I think that means I want to move my garden up north; hopefully it won’t have them up there.  I also want to dig some of the baby plum trees and start them up north.

baby plum tree

My big plum tree that I moved here from my mom’s place is not looking good–too many severe weather years and yard goats.

It’s also twenty years old.  Although, if they hang on, it looks like there will be quite a few this fall.

I have a couple bigger young trees that my nephew said he’d help me move with the backhoe.  We’ll see how that works.

So my garden is largely a bust for this year, but I’m looking at improvements and changes for next year.

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