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Rhubarb and runaways
Jun. 18th, 2011 10:01 pmRunaway asparagus. Happens when we fail to check for new shoots and cut them every couple of days. They have turned into small trees, so I guess we will leave them for this year now.
Making rhubarb pie again for Gary, realized that the rhubarb I had sitting in the fridge was getting rather tired so went out to cut some fresh. Only when I got out there, sharp paring knife in hand, I was greeted by one of the Brit neighbors' horses who started to come right up to me in the middle of the garden. He had obviously gotten through their flimsy fences (not the first time.) He nickered at me but was not afraid apparently.
I didn't want to deal with being nosed by a friendly horse while I had a sharp tool in my hand, though, so I turned back toward the barn to get Gary and a lead rope and unload the knife. Of course when we came back the horse was gone. Or so I thought until I saw him trotting down the fence line on our side. He disappeared on the edge of the wood and when I got up to the spot I couldn't figure out how he got through. I expect he'll be back, though. Runaway horse.
Haven't seen the fox for a couple of days, but heard her at night and we have been finding chicken parts again. Gary says he found a foot. I keep finding stray feathers that are odd colors and definitely not from any of our usual wild birds. Oh, and coming back from looking for the runaway horse, we heard a woodpecker in the woods and hunted him down on a dead oak about 30 feet up. It was a large hairy woodpecker, I'm pretty sure, though I only heard him and saw his back. Gary thinks he went into a hole in the tree. I suppose that may mean he's a she. We'll have to watch.
Time to sample that pie...
Making rhubarb pie again for Gary, realized that the rhubarb I had sitting in the fridge was getting rather tired so went out to cut some fresh. Only when I got out there, sharp paring knife in hand, I was greeted by one of the Brit neighbors' horses who started to come right up to me in the middle of the garden. He had obviously gotten through their flimsy fences (not the first time.) He nickered at me but was not afraid apparently.
I didn't want to deal with being nosed by a friendly horse while I had a sharp tool in my hand, though, so I turned back toward the barn to get Gary and a lead rope and unload the knife. Of course when we came back the horse was gone. Or so I thought until I saw him trotting down the fence line on our side. He disappeared on the edge of the wood and when I got up to the spot I couldn't figure out how he got through. I expect he'll be back, though. Runaway horse.
Haven't seen the fox for a couple of days, but heard her at night and we have been finding chicken parts again. Gary says he found a foot. I keep finding stray feathers that are odd colors and definitely not from any of our usual wild birds. Oh, and coming back from looking for the runaway horse, we heard a woodpecker in the woods and hunted him down on a dead oak about 30 feet up. It was a large hairy woodpecker, I'm pretty sure, though I only heard him and saw his back. Gary thinks he went into a hole in the tree. I suppose that may mean he's a she. We'll have to watch.
Time to sample that pie...
