Sunday Morning.

It's been a week of fighting a cold. Boxes of used tissues ready for the fire, staying indoors unless there is a window of warm opportunity. I went out for awhile yesterday and cleaned the chicken yard, hauling the rakings to a spot that would fertilize a section of trees, I also put out a bit of straw mulch here and there. I keep working at that. Then I took the bermuda hay that the mustang and burro had strewn about out into the horse pasture with the hopes that some will grow and create pasture after the rains.

Come evening I went out at dusk to put the little hens in. I had let them out to scratch all afternoon in the corrals and under the fruit trees. What fun chasing them into the chicken house. They like to get snug at night but hate to give up their freedom. After thought I had the last one in and the door closed I turned and there was yet another. So back at it to get the last of the wandering crew in. At last they are all snug in the chicken house for the night. It made me think of my poor little white silkie , cluck, cluck who I found one late morning with her head stuck in a crack of the chicken house. I thought she was dead but when I moved the board she was still alive. I was full of thoughts of what it must have felt like being stuck like that all night. That is what happens to little hens who I have forgotten and don't get in at night. It took her about a day but she is now back to herself . How she managed to get herself into that predicament is hard for me to imagine but there is a lesson for me to make sure they are all in at night before going in.
So it's Sunday morning and I am watching movies on the vcr as my dish has gone out. I am surfing the web and looking for more gardening sites to explore. I found one yesterday. http://www.freedomgardens.org.
It is by the Darvaes who I respect for their self sufficient lifestyle. Lots of gardeners there. It's grey and cold out this morning and my daughter said it may rain. Rain is always welcome.
I got a row of prickly pear planted last week along an outside fence. It will make a good fence row providing fruit for me and the anteloupe squirrels, not to mention the birds. I also planted another fig and almond. I transplanted into pots some fig starts that had roots from under one of my fig trees and some of my peruvian pear cactus. I have lots of lettuces coming up and in the little green house planter from a rotisserie chicken I have more lettuces and cabbages coming to transplant into my frig gardens. My efforts outdoors are piecemeal at best but efforts no less.