Progress. Sort of.

Well, the turkey poults are outdoors. They seem happy to have more room to move around in. I was worried they would be too cold, but they were trilling happily this morning.

The hatchlings are in the larger box. They are not as happy. I have no idea why. One would think they would appreciate a larger area, but they are huddling and looking apprehensive. Presumably they will get over it. I sure hope so because they are slated to go outdoors into a coop within the next week or so.

The pigs are really happy. They have almost completed the task of rooter tilling the hoop house. I am hanging onto the hope of actually getting something planted for a fall harvest in there. With the weather as it is, that is rather a vain hope, but I have little to lose, I guess. I do know that I can get spinach, lettuces and other salad greens to grow. I doubt there will be enough warmth left this season for much else.

I got most of the round pen broke down today. I have a few more zip ties to cut then I can move it to behind the house, where it can temporarily house the hens till I can get a more permanent structure up. It will be nice to be able to find eggs instead of the usual hunt.

Ken is getting on with the top triangle. He has all the 4x4s set now, and has started on the fencing. He still has the shed to build in there, that will house the resident animals. The corner 4x4s are up for it but that is it.

I was supposed to start clearing out one of the garden sheds this afternoon. When I looked inside there was a HUGE wasp nest. My wasp/hornet spray was almost empty. Guess what I didn't do? There is no way on God's Green Earth that I am going within 100 yards of that shed with those wasps in there. Apart from the fact that I am allergic to wasp stings - I am plain old cowardly about being stung.

The fencing in the north field is now officially a joke. I went out there this morning to find EVERYONE except the cow (thankful for small mercies) outside the fence. The goats consider fencing a personal challenge, and they were certainly up to this one. I swear I am going to wire that fence so hot they will fry just looking at it...

Well, tomorrow is another day - they say. I sometimes wish it were not, as new days bring new challenges. Tomorrow I have to grind somewhere in the region of 250# of dog food. I would have done it today, but it had not yet defrosted. I didn't complain...