It’s been uncharacteristically hot in the Skeena Valley for several weeks, and everyone is trying to stay cool, including the meat birds. LW is butchering chickens this week, so these ones’ days are numbered:
This one took its last breath yesterday morning in what we refer to as the killing cone:
Our friend’s daughter came to visit for a couple of weeks and we put her to work. She drove the tractor while Chris picked bales,
helped paint the machine shed,
and collaborated on a rail fence (we used small logs rather than splitting big ones):
LW cut her oat crop into a Mohawk. She baled the outside edges for straw and left the middle to be combined for feed.
The bales are neatly stacked and tarped in anticipation of the rain we’ve been promised for tomorrow.
The vegetable garden is coming on strong. We’re picking peas, beets, zucchini, onions, Swiss chard, kale, spinach, and lettuce, and the beans and carrots will be ready to pick any day now.
For the first time ever, the corn was knee high by the 4th of July. Now we just need to find a way to keep the crows from destroying it.
The Saskatoons are ready to pick if we only had time. As much as we love them, berries on the roadside never seem as urgent as the canes planted in the garden. We know the bears will enjoy the Saskatoons we don’t get to, and we need to stay on top of the berries in the garden so as not to invite bears in! We have plenty to keep us busy this year: the raspberries are just coming on, gooseberries are starting to turn, and blackberries are still a month removed from ripe.
LW built a new fence for the pig pens this spring, but to our sorrow, our piglets never arrived and the pens are unoccupied. We’re even sadder about the implications for the freezer.
Meanwhile, the geese are entertaining but incredibly messy. It’s early days yet for the turkeys: they’re still scrawny.
Thanks to plentiful spring rains and lots of summer heat, the rye is tall and golden with large, plump heads. And we never get tired of the view.