The weather has been nice this week. I think it got to the mid-70s. Whoa.
This week has consisted of a lot of washing vegetables. Today I harvested spring mix and spent the rest of the day washing and packing spring mix, Chinese cabbage and romaine lettuce. Fairly easy stuff. We have a radio with NPR and a local station – WNCW, if I’m not mistaken – from a community college that plays a big range of stuff.
On Wednesday we moved the laying hens again. That’s a big job, but it was much easier this time because the tractor was available to move the nesting boxes and the water tent. Last week, another intern and I had to do it with brute force. The nesting boxes are super heavy. And the laying hens don’t really understand that it’s hazardous to keep hanging out under the boxes when we’re trying to move them, so then you have to keep making sure you’re not running over chickens and breaking their legs (we didn’t harm any animals in the moving of those boxes). With the tractor though, it was easy. Last time part of the paddock was in the woods and about 20 chickens did not want to leave the woods, so we had to catch them. I’m pretty sure I said this in the last post, but chasing chickens is fun. I only had to catch 3 this week.
I did a lot of mowing and weed whacking this week. One of the neighbors lives in Florida and has their vacation mountain home here. The farm rents a field from them. For whatever reason, they haven’t had their lawn mowed in a couple months and they’re coming up this weekend, so we got commissioned to take care of it somehow. There were 5 foot weeds, no joke. Messy.
I’m not sure what else happened this week. At the end of the day, I can’t remember if something happened the day before or on the current day.
I never wrote about going to the farmers’ market in Sylva on Saturday. It might have to wait, though. I’m pretty sleepy. Last night I fell asleep around 9. I’ll post some pictures and then I’m done.
One of my chores every morning is to feed the biddies:
Ok. That’s all. I’m doing to sleep. I’m not even going to read over this thing to make sure it look real good and spelled write. Whatever. Sorry, Dad.
(Just to clarify, the above conclusion was meant to be funny. I do know the difference between ‘right’ and ‘write,’ and about subject-verb agreement, and that real and really mean different things. I thought it was obvious, but Dad was worried people would just assume I’m ignorant.)