We’ve got a chicken sitting on eggs. It’s one of the Black Australorps. I’m surprised it’s not the Buff, they tend toward broodiness more often I think.
She surprised me when I went to grab the eggs yesterday, all puffed out and clucking rhythmically. She was sitting on seven yesterday. Now there’s twelve under her. Katie said she lifted the nest box roof earlier today to find the broody hen puffed up and angry because another hen was half sitting on her, laying an egg. They all have their favorite nest box, and it’s currently occupied.
We decided today to let her sit, see how she does. She went broody before, but not for long. She gave it up after a few days when we kept collecting eggs from under her. I used a red lumber crayon to draw a rough circle around the eggs’ middles so we know which ones to leave alone. We marked the calendar, too, just in case she makes it four weeks.
We are flush with eggs. There’s more than 3 dozen in the fridge, and a small bucket of them overflowing on the counter. I meant to bring in a couple dozen to work, sell em for $2/doz to the folks I like, just to be nice. They keep em in their desk cabinets, cook em for breakfast in the microwave. Maybe that’s what I should do. But I’ve never microwaved an egg, and it doesn’t sound terribly appetizing.
The pigs are getting close to butcher weight. I finally moved them to a new pen, which they’re enjoying rooting up. It’s under a shagbark hickory and I can hear them crunch the hickory nuts. It’ll be their last pen. We hope to butcher them here on the farm, with the help and borrowed equipment of a friend. I still need to find a .22.
The insulation contractor might be here next week (they were supposed to call this week), and the drywallers will follow soon after. I am so happy to pay to have those two large jobs done for me. Just getting drywall carried up the stairs was intimidating to me; these guys will bring a lift and load it through an upstairs window opening.
To say I’m not getting burned out would be to lie. This week has been especially rough for me for some reason in that department. There was a free set of concerts down by the waterfront that I desperately wanted to go to, but I haven’t allowed myself that kind of luxury so far, and I couldn’t see breaking the trend when we are getting so close to being able to move in.
Close being relative. Once the inside is drywalled, it’ll feel damn near ready to move into, but I’ll still have to put the whole bathroom together, kitchen cabinets and counters, flooring, paint, lights and outlets, doors, I’ll quit listing things here.
I’ll need to finalize the exact location of the woodstove soon. I would quite appreciate anyone with real world experience of clearances from a non-catalytic, non-blower stove. (Ours will be a Jotul 118) My main concern is distance from a 6×6 solid ash post. Please be in touch.
Things are going OK. Some days I feel quite in control. Earlier this summer, I was doing better than I am now at accepting and enjoying things as they are. I suppose I’m out of practice.
My goal is Thanksgiving to be moving in… Wish me luck.