So I started this newsletter as a fun way to document fun things happening on my little five acre stead. Clearly I have not been terribly prolific. And mostly that’s because of my tendency to over analyze my writing into paralysis and thus not write anything, but also I haven’t had a lot of witty cheerful observations to share.
To wit: in the last two months our garden has died completely although we may yet get A tomato.
We are at least a foot below average in rain for the year and our pasture is hanging on by a thread.
Chesty, our bantam rooster and unofficial mascot was murdered by a coyote (probably).
Of the five bantam chicks that hatched only two are still alive.
Of the six pullets I purchased in April three have proven to be roosters.
Eddie’s arthritis in his hock is acting up and his skin issues have been worse than ever.
Cali, my angel, has decided she will not load on a trailer and I have been thus far unable to solve this problem and therefore haven’t been able to trailer out for lessons and fun with other horsey friends.
Rosemary my alpha goat has had mastitis/an udder I can’t get to dry up.
All three goats have had on/off diarrhea (scours in goat speak).
Ollie, who has always had a bad tummy, has been exceptionally farty and disgusting. This probably was not helped by his recent murder of a young and unassuming armadillo.
Jack’s skin is an itchy scabby mess and there is no known cause.
White supremacists are terrorizing our nation and the Senate does nothing.
Our president is a senile racist monster.
So I am a little short on pithy witticisms.