The Good Life

 I am pretty sure that our farm makes me want to believe in reincarnation.

 I want to be one of these cool kitties, catching critters and relaxing.

 Or maybe a little girl lounging in the shade on a warm afternoon.

 Nope, definitely want to be a cat, snuggling on the best farmer in the world's sweet shoulder.

Ah, the good life.

Cream of the Crop

This farm grows kindergardeners too.

Growth spurt

I have never succeeded in starting tomatos from seed then transplanting and surviving early spring.

This year, I decided to try again.

I told Farmer Trav well in advance that the tomatos may die, and we may have to purchase local plants instead.

The tomatos sprouted well enough indoors. The transplant went off without a hitch.

Then it rained. First for ten days, then for a week. Following the flood  were some of the hottest temperatures on record for May. I figured our little seedling were done for. Because of all the rain, I wasn't able to venture out and check our progress as often as I thought.

Finally, the rain stopped, the heat abated, and I ventured to the garden. There I found some of the healthiest tomato plants I have ever laid eyes on.

SoI guess I really juust needed Mother Nature to kick me out of the garden for a bit so she could do her thing!

Happy Hens

 Look at these beautiful brown eggs!

Farmer Trav installed some new privacy curtains for the hens. They are so happy! Less egg eating, higher production, and generally seem to be laying more consistently.

Neglected but not forgotten

My poor little blog! I have missed you so!

 Baby strawberries.

 Iris

Knock Out Roses

We are so busy on the Farm that all I do is mentally write after snapping a few pictures. So I am finally catching up!

Reptar and Alcatraz

 One left over aquarium.

 One red eft newt courtesy of Mommy's garden.

 Farmer Trav's amazing terrarium landscaping.

 Ta da! A new home for a new friend!

 Her name is Reptar.

She lives in Alcatraz.

R.I.P

The chicken to the left is "Black Head"  Sadly, she departed this world last night at the paws of an unknown predator.

About 3am, I sat upright and shrieked that something was after the chickens. Farmer Trav ran downstairs, collecting his shoes and flashlight and gun on the way down. We could hear squawking and a general uproar outside in the chicken pen.

Farmer Trav ran outside and spotted a set of eyes off at the back of the enclosure. He took a shot, and was rewarded with grunting and growling. The eyes ran towards him, then back again. a second shot was met only with silence.

This morning, we found lots of feathers, and a very dead chicken. No prints, no remains of a predator, nothing.

So security has been beefed up here at the Farm. Motion censor lights, better spot and flashlights and attack plans are in place. The chickens are scared, but we have a plan.

Our little chicken will not have died in vain.