Fleas happen!

sob...

sob...

sobbing ...

Can you hear me crying in my little corner?

Fleas attacked and massively!

I went for my weekly visit to the vet (yeah with the menagerie it's just normal) and Muscade (one of the indoor cats) has fleas.

Revolution treatment is in order.

I can't help but feeling that I might be responsible for those ...

But my vet told me that even people without animals can have fleas. Just a single contact with an infected animals would be giving them.

Wish us luck.

One down .... 300 to go ;)

One of the barn coop is almost done.
All made of recycled material but the wire
I am proud.

I made most of things myself ... and I am the proud owner of my own Dewalt drill now.

Ya!

Bonus: The lovely Patou wanted to say hi, she is 4 months now.

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The Feeling of Doing for Real

I don't know how to explain it but since I've been living here (It's been a year since last October 15th btw) I have that feeling of accomplishment that I've never felt before.
Days fly, literally!
We are always doing stuff that are feeling real. That have concrete impact. Building a pen for the hens. Taking out the leaves of the garden, putting them in compost, a compost that will then serve during the years after ... Our activities are intimately connected to the results, to our life. I have less and less the feeling that I am selling my time for a virtual pay landing in my bank account each two weeks that would suddenly disappeared in some endless hole.
I am trying to convince my husband that this life is the life we have to do for the rest of our lives. He is still afraid. I am sure this place has enough potential to become a bursting farm that would make us live and make us a living ...

Hecatomb

Sharon died this afternoon bringing the death toll to 5.
I am starting to feel bad.
Really bad.

I talked to my farmer friend, "it's not your fault" he said.
I used to have 14000 chicken with bird flu.

Well ... it puts things in perspective.

He is supposed to call a friend and call us back.

more deaths

I guess my bad feeling of yesterday wasn't in vain.
Two hens died of sudden deaths last night.

- sigh -

I have to become stronger

Nothing ventured ...

Saturday - 6:32 pm ...

I am in my kitchen eating raw macaronis. Yup, some do cokaine, some do alcohol, some spend money ... I do macaronis.

I am in TOTAL despair. You know we have a bad moment.

First, Thursday night, I went to see the cats and Cayenne before leaving home (I always do that) and Azul arrived with a bump the size of a bubble gum on her face.

Called the vet, probably an abscess, an appointment was given for the day after.

Went to the vet, heard Azul screaming in pain while they were emptying the abscess ... started to cry, looked like a fool, well I think husband was the only one seeing me.

Saturday morning, went in town to pick some things that was given to us (cement) it was outside and, of course, it was raining like hell.

Started to sneeze.

Went back home at around 12:30, had lunch ...

Decided to make apple/maple jam out of the apple that were left from a previous canning experience.

1. The recipe didn't worked well, when the jam reached 104 Celsius, a huge mushroom of foam formed almost instantly, went all on the oven.
2. When canning, water bath tub was too full, went all on the oven.
3. When putting the last jar in the hot bath tub, it broke and the bottom fell, as a result the whole jar emptied itself in an horrible mess.

Husband started to put back the electricity in the barn (it's super needed as the cold is arriving super fast).

1. Was still raining like crazy making the work harder.
2. Didn't advance that much.

Went to feed the hens, most of them are sick now. Even if we are giving them treatment it doesn't seem to work.

Cayenne destroyed part of the hens' pen.

I am cold
I am tired
I am in despair

I am eating macaronis.

Inflation ...

One of the good thing about being here is that I can grow stuff.
But when I go to the supermarket I can't help but noticing the size of the packaged food going down each weeks for the same price.

I don't know if I am the only one noticing.

It's so sad.

I hope people won't end up suffering of hunger.