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- Monday, 7/13: Cooper With Us For Six Months
- Mary picked two more quarts of blackberries. We have a grand total 21.5 quarts in the freezer, including last year's berries, so Mary has gathered 16.5 quarts of this year's blackberries. She's hoping to be done picking blackberries by the end of tomorrow.
- Mary saw a red-tailed hawk fly overhead. They are rare to see on our property these days since our land is not as open as it was when cattle grazed on it.
- Mary saw a wheel bug that was 1.5" long...YIPES!!!
- I did fence work involving pulling up deer-trampled chicken wire fencing and staking down the bottom of that fencing. I made it down 2.5 sides of the far garden. I have 1.5 sides yet to go. There are several tick and chigger bites on my right hand in which I removed a glove to feel for chicken wire fencing that wasn't touching the ground.
- We have upper atmosphere smoke in our air as of today. It's probably from wildfires in other states, such as Minnesota due to our north breeze.
- We have had Cooper for six months. Below is a video of our silly puppy. He's a happy soul (see video, below).
We've had our Cooper around for six months.
- Tuesday, 7/14: Blackberry Picking is Over for Mary
- Mary performed her last blackberry picking of the year. She got 2.75 quarts with today's collections. It makes for a grand total of 23.75 quarts in the freezer, including last year's berries. She looked it up in her records and she picked blackberries since June 22nd, missing only six days in the beginning when they were slowly ripening. It's been a long haul. I now pick for a winemaking supply.
- Purple prairie clover is now blooming in the north field.
- Mary was almost hit by two great crested flycatchers that were chasing each other through the northeast berry patch.
- She also saw a cat bird stealing berries out of that patch.
- I finished tapping in stakes and pulling up the chicken wire of the far garden's bunny fence. One section trounced by deer and then hopped over by rabbits had a rip in the chicken wire that I mended. The stakes all came from persimmon saplings in the area between the south and north sections of that garden. I noticed as I cut them down that animals are bedding down under the protection of these saplings.
- A new hatch of fireflies hover over tall grass at twilight. I recently walked Cooper down the lane and was amazed at all of the blinking lightning bug flashes over the surrounding fields.
- We took out the chick's red heat lamp light. It's too hot for that nonsense and they're big enough to tough out nighttime darkness.
- We celebrated Mary's last blackberry-picking chore by enjoying a 2025 spiced apple wine. I drew two clouds on the label of this bottle to indicate that it was very cloudy. We've discovered that cloudiness in apple wine equals enhanced flavor, so I don't mess with filtering out the particulates. It was tasty, as usual.
- Wednesday, 7/15: Tomatoes Are Transplanted
- Mary cleaned tall grass out of the top of the compost bin that we're pulling compost from this year. Earlier rains gave grass seeds on the top of that bin incentive to grow big and tall.
- Mary transplanted 27 tomato plants into the far garden. Actually, there are more, because she puts two seeds in every Styrofoam cup, often resulting in two plants per cup. She also transplanted four tomatillo plants. All transplants received a big hunk of compost, some wood ash, and bone meal. Mary watered both gardens.
- I strung baling twine around the top of all fence posts surrounding the far garden. We think the orange string resembles electrified cord some farmers use and keep some deer who have experienced an electric shock from that product from venturing over our fence. It doesn't work all of the time.
- I hooked up the electric fence from the near garden to the far garden and tested it's potency after I untangled two spots where rabbits jumped through and wrapped wires around one another. It's now up and running.
- I picked a third of a quart of blackberries. I'm a rookie at picking berries this summer. Patches are so different compared to previous years that I don't know where to go. After returning and listening to Mary describe all of the locations where she picked berries, I realized I missed several spots. Another factor is that vegetation grew so much that winter paths are invisible, making it harder to determine where to go. Plus, I was wearing glasses so I could see fruit quality close up. I felt like a blind man marching across the north field.
- When I entered the top of Bramble Hill, three turkeys flew off. One was smaller than the other two. I heard them while picking berries between the ponds.
- Mary found a dead chick this evening. They're not eating their food. These white chickens are the dumbest lot we've ever raised. We don't determine breed types when we order the Frypan Special from Cackle Hatchery. This year all but two are white stupid chickens!
- Thursday, 7/16: Thorough Watering & Berry Picking
- Mary gave me a morning tour through the north berry patches. I definitely missed a couple of them. She has a nice system down to get through all of the berry bushes.
- As we were taking a shortcut through the woods just north of the machine shed, a covey of quail burst out just in front of Mary. They never fly off as a group, but burst out one at a time. It's best to stop moving until all of them are finished flying off.
- Mary thoroughly watered all garden plants. The tomato plants that were transplanted yesterday were suffering with shock from today's heat, with some new growth shriveling in the intense sun.
- I picked a quart of blackberries in the north field. It took me two hours meandering through all of the thorny plants at 90° temperatures, which is about double the time it takes Mary to do the same job. She grew concerned about how long it was taking me, so as I ended, there she was, looking at me. In her words, "I decided to go out and collect your carcass. I figured I'd have to scoop up a puddle on the ground." I'm labeling the blackberries I pick as "wine berries" on the freezer bags.
- While I picked berries, a doe deer ran by just south of me. I also saw a low-flying red-shouldered hawk.
- I spotted two young turkeys on the lane while taking Cooper on his late afternoon walk. They were the size of crows, smaller than adult turkeys. At first I couldn't identify them. When turkeys fly, their wing tips touch with a smacking noise. I heard that sound and then realized they were turkeys.









