Not every day can be exciting.

Some days, we raise a roof. Other days, we get yelled at by a baby goat while we do dishes and sweep floors.

The little jobs still have to be done. The wood hauled. The toilet bucket emptied. The water jugs filled. Dishes. Cooking. Sweeping the floor, feeding the chickens and goats, making the beds. Watering the gardens.

A few days a week, we do a grocery run, or the feed store. Yesterday, it was both. Being as we cannot pen the two goats together (at least until Dulcie is big enough to hold her own in jailyard diplomacy), I need to empty and refresh Maggie’s stall. So we needed the bedding chips and pellets. Also a salt block, as I was lacking one.

This morning, I finally finished the asparagus bed, and got the crowns in, but I may have waited too long. There wasnt a lot of ‘look alive’ in them. We shall see.

I have begun chopping up the goats’ spent-stick pile. We cut them fresh browse almost daily. They eat the leafy tips and strip the bark off. They might occasionally eat a whole stick, but mostly they denude them and I take them out of the stall a day or two later. They get tossed outside into the spent-stick pile. I am slowly getting this chopped up into small lengths, which will then be burned in a cone-pit for biochar. Waste nothing.

This evening, I am going to see what I can do to repair the frayed section of the hammock chair:

Some twill tape and a sharp needle is all I have available. We shall see how well it will serve