It’s been a busy week here, and while there are no big projects to note, there are lots of smaller things in process that I’ll chat about. Mentioning something on this blog means accountability, and guilt will follow me until there is a follow-up, so here we go.
Irma passed over us less than a week ago. It was the first time in history that Atlanta (+- 250 miles inland) was placed under a tropical storm warning. We got off lucky! There were wind gusts around 74 mph at Hartsfield-Jackson Airport, a couple of miles away, and many trees came down, but no damage other than a kiwi trellis falling over. Within a 5 block radius we saw at least 4 huge trees that were uprooted. I’m talking >4-foot diameter trees. Power was out to most of the neighborhood for a few days, but we were lucky and were reconnected after 7 hours. Internet was out a few days, but like I said we got off easy!
Along with trees, Irma blew down lots of chestnuts. Dad was in town visiting (great timing, right?) so we gathered up a cooler full for him to feed the squirrels/deer/chipmunks in West Virginia. A month ago, he and his friend saw a chipmunk attack and kill a bird, so we jokingly decided it was time to feed the chipmunk before he gets a thirst for humans. Have you ever heard of a chipmunk killing a bird and eating it? That was new to us.
Quail or chickens? For the last year or so, I have been thinking about getting quail, then possibly moving on to chickens if the quail went well. With no steady income, or even the intent to stay in Georgia for long, I was hesitant to pull the trigger. Well, I have decided to start gathering up materials needed for a small coop, large enough for 3 hens. Last week dad and I came across a coop that was unfortunately filled with wasps. That coop was simple and perfect. I couldn’t get it, but at least it helped me realize what would work best here.
The idea of building or re-purposing something into a coop had crossed my mind, but nothing jumped out as a possibility until last week when someone posted a handmade dog house for sale. It had been built by a grandfather and grandson duo for the grandsons new dog, which ended up being a house dog, so it was being given away free. FREE! It’s in the backyard now, waiting to be converted into a coop. As dad would say, its build like a brick sh*t house. I’ll start assembling materials and build a run, and sometime October will get three hens. Check it out below (and ignore the Irma mess)!
Dad and I wrapped up his visit by doing a little fishing at Lake McIntosh (pic below) in Peachtree City, Georgia. Georgia fishing is different than West Virginia fishing, mostly in the fact that no matter when or where we go, or what we use, we see no fish. To this day we have not even seen another person catch a fish in Georgia. The internet tells me it’s done, but for us it’s relaxing and that’s good enough. I guess.
That’s it for now. Be good everyone!