I don't know who is more patient, Josh or Aster. Aster is the cow that i have been trying to learn to milk. My right hand does okay but the left is weak and pitiful. Practice makes you better, but how much practice it takes is a different story. We weed in greenhouse 1 and 2. They are both have salad mix in them. Weeds are meticulously removed and escorted down the hill to the happy chickens. A few broccoli plants that were gleaned all summer in greenhouse 2 have stalks as thick as my wrists. Pulling them up from the oh, so sandy soil, they are delivered to the chickens, cows and Charlotte. It is fun to see a very, large pig so excited about an ancient tree of broccoli. After lunch, we move the two chicken coups. They are open on the bottom and slide across the ground on skids. A tractor is used to pull them and Josh goes inside the coup to make sure all the hens understand that they are to move with the coup. The electric mesh fence is collected up and reinstalled. Water and feed barrels put back in place and the chickens are let out to graze on a fresh field.
Day light disappears quickly and it is time to get the evening chores done before there is not any light left; milking Aster, (I opt for mucking the stalls to give every one a break.) collecting and washing the eggs, feeding the pigs, adding wood to the furnace to heat the greenhouses and straining the milk and putting it in half gallon mason jars.
