The geese on a mission to get into the veg garden. Last year they did the same, and their feet made a horrid mess of everything they trod on, weeds or veg, didn't matter which. It's their feet. Huge paddles they are. Great for getting along in the water, or running away when they have been caught doing mischief, but not so good when delicacy of foot is needed. And here they were again, intent on doing a raid.
The 'gate', which is only a plank of wood, had been removed because Lester was going to and fro with the wheelbarrow. Moving the spoilt straw from out front to the middle veg plot where it will rot down and act as manure, helped by the two adult Tamworth pigs when they are let out into that paddock, that is what he was doing. But that will be after we have picked the pumpkins which self seeded themselves and which are joyously producing more of themselves. Another surprise harvest!
Anyway, I was cooking lunch, and saw the geese rabble making a real good effort to get into the veg patch before anyone saw them. 'Nooooooo! Get out!' I yelled through the open window, in a most unladylike fashion.
Well they stopped and thought about it, but decided that I was too far away to be a bother to them. With one mind, they turned and sped as fast as they could go into the veg plot. Lester was called for. Lester responded with speed. Boss man had arrived. It's surprising how fast those geese can move when they want to get out of trouble.
The Dye Project.
The pale yellow dye from the fig leaves has been sieved and put into one of Lester's wine containers, which I have 'borrowed'. A splash of vinegar went into the dye as well, which is supposed to stop the liquid from getting mouldy. I was going to pick some sloes to see if they would change the colour of the dye, but decided against it. I can fiddle about with colours later.
A surprise find in the freezer....
So I didn't have to pick any after all, because I had a bag in the freezer, left over from a hedgerow forage last year. Not sure what I thought I was going to make with them, definitely not sloe gin, perhaps jam, ........
But the colour.....wow!
...this is without them being squashed, but already the water has a lovely tinge of purple. This is looking good for giving a strong, but quiet, colour.
Couldn't resist a forage for some more sloes....so out into the back field I went...walking along the hedge line on the right of the photo....
......passing the brambles, who have given such a good harvest of blackberries this year, but will have to be cut back to the fence this winter otherwise they will pull the fence down.
Now at the blackthorns shrubs /trees, and yes, a few sloes were still on the branches.
Picked a bowl, and they are now added to the ones in the pot. The colour of the dye is now a gorgeous deep purple.
Maz, our guard dog, who is a softie, but looks scary.
... and her sister Blue, who does not look as scary....but....
......put the two together, and you have the Rottweiller girls.
They are a pleasure to have,
are good friends to us,
and would watch our backs should things get difficult.
And this is Bools, our springer spaniel. If things got difficult all he would do is bounce about like a kangaroo and bark himself silly.
He is also a good friend,
but would not watch our backs, bless him.
As for the day,
....canned five more jars of potatoes, so have fourteen in the larder. Would have had fifteen but we opened one for lunch because I was in slow mode, but we needed to taste the potatoes to see if they were alright anyway, and they were.
I put some of the tomatoes outside in the sun to ripen up, then sliced and into the dehydrator overnight to dry out. Had a nibble. Very tasty. Anyone know what they would taste like if I soaked them in olive oil?
Also dehydrated some kale for winter storage.
Actually managed to bake a couple of loaves. We so miss DIY bread, because it actually has a taste.
Lester managed to get a few more wheel barrows of stones into the ditch where the chicken hut is going to go, but really, for most of the day, we were companions to each other, enjoying the late summer sunshine together as we pottered about around the smallholding,
which was priceless.
We also found the bush beans, which were hidden beneath a forest of weeds. Two buckets we picked, and there is still another row to do. So this is another surprise harvest.
Ah well, time for bed.
So bye for now,