I found a place that said I could add 10 e-mail addresses for folk to get an immediate copy of each new blog. That seems egotistical to me. Who would care? Who would want to read my journals, except the folk around the world that asked to be on my list in the first place, other bloggers. My relatives don't want to have my long blogs going into their mailboxes every few days, even to look at the pictures. We actually keep up well on regular e-mail with photos. That is partly why I don't understand Facebook. So if you start getting these and want to just look them up for yourself at
www.krunn.blogspot.com when you have time, I would find that reasonable and sensible. Let me know and I will cross you off the e-mail list. There are a few others who have said they would like the ease of not having to go to a blogspot site and just scan them in their inboxes. I am very flexible and easy on this issue. You will not be able to hurt my feelings. I won't even punch you the next time we meet in real life. hee hee
The above heritage seed tomato was being grown in the hothouse but is not in Dave's repetoire. Heritage tomatoes are Cheyl's bailiwick. Cheryl was in the Yukon visiting their son. He didn't know the variety and so we went along to check out his favorite rooster, an Oricana with 3 hens who are Golden Phoenix. It is so good to see chickens out in an unfenced place. "Lonesome" the rooster leads them. The free-range cage???? is the top right corner apparatus that can be moved when the grass gets bare. Lonsome and his girls just roam. But Lonesome is also good about taking his girls in under the big old barn to their roosts each night. Watching them is super-good Indian TV for us old folks. We start to give the hens names and notice quirks in their personalities and .....and is the next step is taking them to the vet for a cold.....or a hangnail........Old Man recoils at that kind of thinking.
Here is a lovely coop built by Dave and installed under the old heritage barn. I went in after my walk one day and found a few free eggs. I don't know why that thrills us all so. But there is something magical about what hens do. And Old Man loves to fry them.The rooster is an Oricana? and the hens are Golden Phoenix. The heritage pigs love to be scratched and come from under the trees to talk to Dave. But then he talks to roosters too. Maybe he talks to the tomatoes also. I will ask him.
We always enjoy visiting pigs but these are a heritage breed called Tamworth Reds. They are a funny thing for vegetarians to raise. They follow the Thrive Diet as in the book by Brendan Brazier and claim it has really helped them. The pigs are a heritage breed and the meat is sold. And Dave admits that about every so often he will have a bit of meat. These pigs didn't smell bad but maybe that is because it is not a pen, it is more like a pasture with brush and trees to root around in.
I love this place as it is so quiet and a kind of solitary-heaven. I must take more outside photos of the old barn.