Oh, pigs! Equal parts charming and maddening. Impossible to capture a decent photo. These four greet me at the feed area every morning bleary-eyed with bits of straw stuck to their faces like pillow creases but grunting and squawking for me to hurry up with bucket rinsing and feed. them. already. I pour equal amounts of the same soaked grain into each container and inevitably one is deemed superior so that after everybody samples both, all four insist on jockeying for position in just one. Lampchop is still a bit smaller than the other three but she is the fiercest competitor for feed so I have stopped any fretting about her.
They are still small enough that it’s hard to imagine how they will turn into full-size animals by fall, but they are certainly not the little things we brought home anymore, either.
Speaking of not little anymore… it’s hard to believe these guys were little handfuls of fluff just over a month ago. But Cornish Cross are bred to grow and grow they do. This crew is more than halfway through their training for freezer camp.
The wild berries have been crazy good this year, we must have had the perfect combination of early warmth and abundant rain. After a solid month of feasting on salmonberries each time I transited the driveway, they are finally trailing off but the thimbleberries have picked up right where they left off. And if you venture off the beaten path just a bit, the native trailing blackberries will reward you with sweetness and the red huckleberries are just bursting. There’s one patch of huckleberries I have picked each year for maybe five years now and it yielded three or four times as much as I’ve ever seen – probably somewhat due to more berries but largely I think just because the berries were giant. Mostly I prefer to just eat my fill of wild berries each day I can, but the red huckleberries go in the freezer for adding that special spell of the wild to winter smoothies.
And one quick shot from the gardens. This is elecampane that got knocked over in a rainstorm but seems to be happily blossoming at ground level. I’m really enjoying watching things grow in the herb garden that are completely new to me, being surprised by things like these fabulous blossoms.
No pictures from the vegetable jungle this week. Progress is being made on reclaiming it to a garden but I’m not sure you could tell just yet. A whole month full of rainy weekends means that we got woefully behind on the maintenance and the weeds exploded. Yesterday I excavated a row of tomato plants that were indistinguishable from the mass of green, if that’s any indication.
And with that, I think it’s time to get my work clothes on and head down for another weeding session. The morning clouds seem to be settling in rather than burning off today, but I’m a little sun-kissed from yesterday’s long garden session so it’s probably for the better.