Foxes, Raccoons, Bees and Squirrels
Saturday I spent several hours working outside, and met a couple of the neighbors. Two men who live down the street stopped to chat. They both laughed when I talked about the chicken coop.
“To feed the foxes? Whatcha wanna do that for, chica?” Clyde thought my plan was hilarious. Me, playing Mother Goose to a coop of urban chickens. Rudy just smiled, watching me flush red with a quick Irish temper. Apparently I have a small forest animal zoo who’ve long lived in my backyard. Foxes? Raccoons? Well. I hadn’t planned for that little speed bump. Chicken coop plan A is temporarily on hold.
As for the bees, the giant tree in the backyard is home to a significant hive. I’ve got an arborist visit scheduled this week, and worst case scenario they’ll be sucked out by bee folk and transferred to a hive south of Denver. I’d love to keep them around. They have worked hard to create their little home and they’d be great for the garden.
I leave them alone, they leave me alone. One can hope.
Thankfully, the Heirloom Homestead is otherwise well underway.
Curtain hung above my kitchen sink:
Garden boxes planted, with a compost pile, potager a few indoor herbs:
Bedrooms unpacked, closets organized, kitchen ready for a dinner party:
This week my project list includes: hanging art, buying a few remaining pieces of furniture and I’ve got big plans for my tiny front porch (including the rare purchase of spray paint.)
There are also change-of-address cards that need to be posted, and curtains that need to be sewn for the bedrooms and office.
And perhaps most exciting of all, a dog. After so many years of talking about the addition to my family of 1, a pooch will be rescued this week from the local shelter. (Those poor foxes and raccoons!)
A busy week at this little home
on the prairie in the shadow of the Rockies,