Mmmmm, yummy. Which will he lick first, Wild Persimmon, or Sweet Acorn? I have a sinking feeling that the trophy buck in the photo is false advertising for our hunting season. Well, we have a few goats who may be enticed to walk in front of the 30-06 if the exotically flavored salt licks don't do the trick for Mr. Whitetail.
My nephew declares that he won't eat vegetables. However, he's drinking a quarter of a red cabbage in his "chocolate shake." It left a purple tinge, which I was sure would tip them off, but was somehow overlooked by the drinkers. I blended the cabbage with goat milk (3 cups?) till runny, added 1/3 c. cocoa 2/3 sugar ice It does taste fantastic.
Here are two happy cousins enjoying a piece of trickery cake on the porch at night. I added 6 carrots, a banana, whole oat flour, whole wheat flour, and flax meal to make it a healthy treat. But they don't have to know it's good for them, all they have to know is that it's cake. The shorter days are more apparent this week than they had been. Tonight the windows are open for the first time in a long time, and I can almost believe that September is close.
Claire still hasn't delivered. Our days revolve around checking on her to see if a baby's on the way out. The other four milkers are doing a bang up job of producing. I get two gallons a day from them. For a few days, the buck was hanging around the gate, polluting the milk with his odor, but he's been removed from their presence, so things have improved in the taste department.
Our goat, Tancup (named by a child, can you tell?)picked up a pen and practiced her penmanship. This brought back memories of my girls putting school uniforms on our first baby billy goat, Sam, and teaching him "school" out on the hay bales.
I decided that today was a good day to liberate the oysters who've been living in a Tupperware bowl on my kitchen counter for a week. So the dogs and kids headed down to the creek to reunite the oysters with their families. We had a huge rain last night, and here are the results. What a wonderful year of rainy weather after the drought years.
Katie and Colin, and sometimes other cousins, still like to play Ratatouille. Sadly, Colin sniffed a spice before adding it to the soup. A spice they though was paprika, but turned out to be cayenne pepper. He was fine. And with luck, his sense of smell may return one day.
The miscreant cousins had a wild bash last night while I milked goats. How do I know this? They recorded the evidence on my camera! They videotaped Colin playing hockey in the hall, which would take too much memory to show you, but trust me, the kid's got talent. Then I found a photograph of a child eating an Oreo with an unwrapped oatmeal cream pie in the background, and looking as if he's stoned on sugar. I think I can safely thank Grandfather on behalf of the cousins for the stash of goodies.
Here's where all the cool people hang. Abilene Junction. Mr. Colin, aka "Little Chef," enjoys the mac 'n' cheese in a cup. He also enjoys the camaraderie of many different age groups of people. He has the making a fine homeschooled kid.
We went on a huge outing (huge for a four year old.) First we ate at Sam's Club, where Colin ate three whole pieces of pizza by himself. Then we shopped for our friend's convenience store. Off we went into the mountains to enjoy a little cool air, a novelty for us these last couple weeks. The kids played happily in the stream and never wanted to return to the lowlands. Photos of the next segment of the journey to follow.
Colin couldn't wait to see Grandfather hit the road. Now he won't have to worry about a return to Pittsburgh any time soon, phew. Laura had a different opinion about Grandfather's departure. She wants him to live here.
If you look closely enough, you may get to see the little nest of spiders that Katie had the good fortune to hatch out. She found them in a box. The mother spider tried to bite her, so she squished her. Maybe she can start a lucrative career as a spider rancher.