Gotta Have More Hügle

Shortening German words doesn’t really work, but we call hügelkultur just plain “hügle” around here. Trevor hates saying long, crazy words… of which, includes most of the German language.

With the help of my awesomely, fantastic Grammy, we were able to purchase some dirt for a bonafide garden. As in: real “veggie garden mix” garden soil. We had thought ahead a little and started seedlings so that once we had the soil delivered, we could get planting. 

Some of our soil went to fill pots so that we can keep our cilantro, artichokes, and tomatoes separate. They really spruce up our porch. It makes us look like really “with it” people. With one hügle finished and a dozen large pots filled, we should still have plenty to make two more large hüglekultur. I want to link them all up to not only catch water rolling down the hill, but also to make a cool squiggly snake design.

These new hüglekultur are being planted out back. While this makes them slightly more attractive to deer and jackrabbits daring enough to get close to the house, we don’t have to worry about gophers at all because of the shallow, solid bedrock out back. Sometimes gophers pose a larger threat. Plus, we need to use our triangle 1/3 acre in the front to fence in a larger space for the goats and sheep. Poor Bolverk and our keeper buckling will still live by the house, but the ladies are going to get an upgrade.

   

       

Happy Baby Goat Day!

Okay. I totally made that up. But I think it makes for a great precursor to Mother’s Day, don’t you think? Maybe we could call it “Get-smashed-on-mimosas-over-brunch Eve” but that just doesn’t have the same ring to it. And you wouldn’t get to look at pictures of cute baby goats.

I actually took these photos a couple days ago (blame my dial-up internet) and all three kids have since been dehorned/disbudded. I had a real nice lady come out and show me how to do it. Basically, you take this hot iron (glorified car cigarette lighter) and burn the skin around where the horn bud is beginning to emerge. The cap of the horn pops off, and then you cauterize the center of the horn bud. The tip of the day: anywhere there is hair, a horn can grow through. This was just one of those things you have to watch first-hand. Books and youtube won’t cut it. But it’s done and I won’t have dangerously horned dairy goats.

Now they have purple heads from being sprayed with disinfectant, but here are some cute play photos from earlier in the week… Pre-purple.

   

                          

Four Hands and a Pair of Fiskars

With Trevor’s help, I sheared the sheep the other day. I got through Inga and then only halfway done with Bolverk before I realized I could barely stand up. All of that hunching over really upset my back. With our recent 80 degree weather, I decided the sheep would probably appreciate a haircut. 

Since I started this shearing project a little on-the-fly, I didn’t have any sheep shears… so I used some orange handled Fiskars scissors. It’s what I do with the rabbits.For the most part they look good, but poor Bolverk looks a little odd. Cami says he “has his shirt off” and is “wearing puffy pants”. Sure, Cami, sure.

I’ll have to weigh what each of my adults gave me once I finish Bolverk’s haircut.