It finally stopped raining, but its probably really wet in the woods. So DS grabs his new rifle and goes out. I think he didn't go far enough in the woods because I hear a sound, like someone is either hammering on a tin roof or shooting. Well, don't ask me what kind of gun he bought because they all the same to me, except this one looks like a machine gun and apparently he is the only one in our area that owns one.
Had to put on a slicker suit to tend the animals this morning. Most of them look fine. The ducks and geese are really happy, of course. I forgot the name of the type of drainage I put together for my chickens, but it involved burying a bunch of wine/beer bottles and topping it off with limestone and then racking the mud back over....well, it has paid off because for most part, I have a dried barn 'floor.' Still have a few spots I can tend to though. DS asked today where the recycling bin was and I told him in the barn filled with glass bottles, waiting to be buried. Now would not be the time to dig a hole, but when we do, I have something to fill it with.
So I think the leghorn roo has been with the araucana hens long enough and more importantly the cornish roo has been with the white rock hen long enough for me to plug in the bator, but don't have very many eggs to warrent using that big thing. I might buy a small classroom size bator, if I can get it at a good enough price. But I would want to pick out my darkest eggs from the flock and add to those few eggs, because I'm pretty sure my half maran hens are beginning to lay and they are with a maran now, so stands to reason, I'll be getting darker and darker eggs in years to come. I want the darkest eggs in Cote Blanche.
When I go to New Orleans to get my girls their pointe shoes (which I hate because I loose all since of direction), I always go to an herbal store which is nextdoor to the dance supply place. Well, last time, I wasn't rushed and I didn't really need anything, so I just walked around. Very interesting. They had whole, dried herbs in gallon size jugs, you can buy by the ounce or pound, if you want to make your own herbal medicine but can't go herbing yourself. I asked where she got her supply, because a lot of that stuff, I have growing wild in the woods. But apparently she has to order it from a company. But I was thinking, if I decide to go off on my own, with no paycheck, I can wild harvest and grow herbs and put them in jars like that....and make lots of tinctures and such. Between doing that, and having oranges, eggs, pecans, preserves, honey and meat birds, maybe I can do it. No rush....just a thought. Plus its all in getting word out. Well, I was talking shop to the woman there and I told her I was reading Harry Hoxsey's autobiography, because I already knew his basic story, but wanted to know the full details and I just couldn't believe what he had been through. I mentioned that my co-worker's mom was suffering with CA and that I could only find his formula for dogs because apparently its still illegal to use his name for a treatment, connected to human cancer. But she told me she had it, but its called something else....something like detoxifying formula, but I read the ingredients and its all in there. If and when I start using herbology to help people, I will make a massive amount of the formula and offer it to all the locals I know that are suffering....might obtain all 9 ingredients regardless....some of them grow in the woods and I only need pruning shears and shovels to get them. Its amazing that doctors would keep health from people for love of money. But then again, what they did to Harry Hoxsey was nothing compared to what they did to 23 herbist in Salem, Massachusetts, way back. Doctors can cure you, but they can kill you too.
