Actually, it was more like hail. The worst of it was–I had just checked the forecast temperatures and planted the 2022 garden. Bad move, but fortunately there’s time for more seeds.
I can’t say that I’ve ever seen purple worms before–but then again, they were working the bin where I grow purple potatoes. I’ll need to do more research
I previously mentioned that one day this turkey flock appeared on the ranch–and they haven’t left for two years. These crafty birds follow the sheep herd around all day–and even sleep in the trees that surround their main pasture.
These savvy creatures are definitely survivors. One hen was killed by a passing eagle, and a couple fell victim to roaming predators — not sure if it was a fox, coyote or bobcat. Besides those casualties, their flock has doubled and some of the birds even departed to my neighbors ranch. One day I spotted their two cats sitting on their deck surrounded by the traveling turkey flock.
The dozen birds that remain here, escort my 50+ sheep and act like loyal LGDs. Yes, the turkeys are as good as any livestock guardian dog I’ve ever had–maybe better in some regards. They are very weary and stay on-duty 24 hours a day. Their loud predator-warnings send the sheep scurrying for protection, and me grabbing for the closest rifle. The last two coyote kills were thanks to these turkeys–who gobbled out the alert.
I have to blame life’s trials and tribulations for the pause in activity. Actually, quite a lot has been happening around here. Somewhere between Covid, family, and medical visits–lies my excuse. There is a definite backstory. All I can say is the farm is back and running at full speed.
To the valued friends we lost these last few months, I will try to dedicate each day to your memories by making Beaver Hill Specialty Farms a viable calm in the middle of this storm we call life…..
Evidently, this year’s tomato crop did not get enough sun. There was an abundance of wind and clouds. Therefore, I have a bumper crop of green cherry tomatoes. I will have to “vine” ripen them inside. Hopefully, they will still taste their usual…delicious.
With the October chill in the air, it is surprising that the tomatoes are still ripening on the vine. I was especially happy with today’s harvest, considering a ground squirrel made off with the purple potatoes