“The ultimate goal of farming is not the growing of crops, but the cultivation and perfection of human beings.”

Masanobu Fukuoka, The One-Straw Revolution

Under Attack

All one has to do these days is walk into the dry lot,


and you'd swear you walked into a kamikaze attack.


From every direction, barn swallows swoop and dive...
coming within inches of your head.


Yesterday, there were six of them on the attack...
doing their best to move me along as I picked up manure 
in front of the barn.

We have four active barn swallow nests in the barn.


These eight parents and their babies
(potentially 2 broods of four to five babies per pair of parents).
could grow to as many as 48 swallows by the end of the summer...
unless the barn kitties have their way.


Typically, the cats are their targets as they nap in the barn driveway.
The barn kitties ignore the dive-bombing and go about their normal routine...
unaffected.


It's no wonder I keep finding bird poop on the top of my horses' backs.


The earth must have heard my plea on Monday,
because Monday night we had a shower followed by a cool, cloudy Tuesday.
It was heavenly... and timed perfectly, as I am a bit under the weather
with a brand new upper respiratory infection.

I spent the morning picking berries.
Cool weather and no bugs made the morning the perfect time for this
time-consuming task.
Happily, all of these are stowed in...

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