Taking Stock

Yesterday, I canned 21 quarts of chicken stock -- using parts and pieces of the birds we slaughtered on Wednesay (10) as well as the others from the weekend (24 birds). Chicken feet, necks and various parts... taking care not to put the chicken livers or the gizzards in, although both of these parts on the birds are huge. These parts tend to foul the fowl.

We also did the packing of the birds --using a foodsaver system that seems to work well in vacuum-packing the birds, even the huge ones that seemed too big. So now, we have 32 birds in the freezer (I gave away two to someone who has cancer and shouldn't be eating anything that's not grown properly) -- some of these birds are in parts and pieces. One day soon I'll again have a taste for chicken, but it 'is not this day!'

The corn is getting larger and we're going to have to find a way to keep the patch of dirt weeded until the stalks grow tall enough to block out the sunlight to the errant grasses and such that wants to grow faster than the plants themselves.

We have much to do, much to do. Most of the plants are too big for the greenhouse, now, so there is a chance a lot of the gourds, watermelons, peppers, (the rest of the) tomatos, flowers, etc... will not make it when transplanted. This is, however, year 1 and I look at everything as an experiment, a version One Point Oh, so to speak.

Too tired to type. As Frost said, "We have miles and miles to go before we sleep."

And so we do.

And so we do.