Next time, I'll cull the aggressive hen faster.
This is the first time in a long time that the "babies" have been outside. Once "Ms. Peck Them 'Til They Cry" went to a new home where they pet her (!), the little ones decided that they could come outside. The other big hens do enough bossing around that they know there's a pecking order, but it's not sociopathic. Whew.
Eric and I built one more bed this morning. I have got to get them built because until they're all there, I keep acting like they're temporary, and haven't sown a cover crop or anything. Eeep. Just seven more to go. . . Good thing there's a heat wave this weekend; that seems to coincide with our most productive work efforts.
And next time, I'll rent the club's manual extractor again. Tried the electric; didn't like it.
I did pull some lovely capped honey from the hives, though.
And got some help from neighbors and Denise.
Sarafina says it looks as though we have someone trapped in there and are cooking them. Nope, just trying to figure out an unfamiliar piece of equipment.
Before I came to bed there were about four gallons of honey in the bucket, and another quart or so in the uncapping tank. I definitely don't have enough jars saved. Have to get on my friends and neighbors to save theirs for next year -- I plan to do this again!
And that dream I had about a backyard full of kale? If this True Siberian seed grows true, it could become a reality. If you'd like some seeds, email me. They weren't isolated physically, but if they're truly Siberian, they shouldn't have crossed with any other type of kale. We'll see.
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