Sights from around Crooked Acres.
Every now and then, when a young hen starts laying, we get one of these teeny eggs (next to a regular-sized egg for reference). Also every now and then, sometimes I clean the counter before I take pictures of things sitting on it. Not this time, though! (Because I know you’re wondering, when the tiny egg is cracked open, it’s usually mostly egg white, with a tiny splotch of egg yolk in there.)
Why on earth would I grab a rag and wipe that counter down? I’ve got things to do, pictures to take! Someone wanted to see what a dehydrated cherry tomato looks like. That dehydrated tomato is only a half, though, so I probably should have cut that un-dehydrated cherry tomato in half for a better reference. Wouldn’t that have been organized of me?
This is one pound of cherry (mostly Sungold) tomatoes.
And this is one pound of cherry tomatoes, sliced in half and put on the dehydrator tray.
One pound of cherry tomatoes, dehydrated!
These are one-gallon sized jars with (left to right) dehydrated, shredded zucchini, sliced yellow squash and zucchini, and the cherry tomatoes I’ve dehydrated thus far. I ended up with a total of 1 & 3/4 jars of the sliced yellow squash and zucchini, and what you see in the picture is what I have of the dehydrated zucchini and tomatoes, or what I had of the tomatoes when I snapped that picture. Below is an updated picture once I added the five pounds that were in the dehydrator to the jar.
Fifteen pounds of dehydrated cherry tomatoes. How much does 15 pounds of cherry tomatoes weigh when they’re dehydrated? 15 1/2 ounces!
The Rose of Sharon bush in the back yard is blooming. I think they have just about the prettiest flowers ever.
Look at all those Ghost peppers! They’re loving the heat this summer.
Tabasco peppers!
This year we’re growing Butternut and Acorn squash. That empty space to the left is where the corn was growing, until Fred harvested it all last week.
Gracie, staying cool under the coop (but keeping an eye on her flock!)
They are just unbearably cute at this gawky stage.
Little roosters, both with feathered legs.
Big Daddy.
“You can’t see me.”
Startled pig, skipping to safety.
This wallow is 100% pig-dug. There’s a perfectly good wallow on the other side of the yard, in shade, but the last set of pigs dug a small wallow here (I think because it’s where the water tends to run when we’re emptying waterers), and these girls have at least doubled the size of it in the last couple of weeks. The girls do love their mud.
Despite her grumpy looks, it turns out that Ciara is a snuggler.
Ciara and Clove.
Clove loves that catnip carrot like nothing else on earth.
Ciara, Clove, and Elwood, hanging out in the hall outside the guest bedroom door, wondering why they’re not allowed in the guest bedroom. Ever met a cat that DIDN’T want to be on the other side of a closed door? Me neither.
Ciara and Cilantro. Cilantro’s smile is cracking me UP.
Ciara and Cilantro, again.
Poor Ciara, so annoyed. (For the record, Spanky was there first!)
Stinkerbelle, on the stairs. Now that the Spice Girls and Ciara are out in the house for most of the day, Stinkerbelle likes to go up and hang out on the cat tree in the foster room. I imagine she thinks of that room as home base.
Previously
2010: But just in case they need to go soon, Elwood will make sure that Bolitar is shined up and ready to go.
2009: I deserve a Nobel peace prize or something.
2008: This is MY SITE.
2007: No entry.
2006: I reflected for a moment that I wasn’t hovering over him in the dead of night, so I didn’t know how I could have possibly scared him.
2005: See that? I made a thinly veiled joke about his age! I am SO FUNNY!
2004: As for where the odd socks go – the bad ones go to hell, don’t they?
2003: Oui, I am back! Let the rejoicing begin!
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: So we were at the beach this morning by 10.