(Title is because I promised it to the Mr and he didn’t think I was flippant enough to do it)
So I have to admit something here. I knew that when we moved on to our 5 acres we had a TON of blackberry bushes. I KNEW this. I knew this when they poked me with their razor sharp thorns and snagged my clothing and pulled on my hair. I knew all of this. I knew this enough to get goats that enjoy eating blackberry leaves to keep the bushes under control. So why was I surprised when I suddenly had blackberries?
Yeah. I was. The Mr came in to the house Sunday and held out his hand for me. I thought he was going to hand me an egg from the chickens but instead several small slightly smooshy feeling things hit my hand. I kind of wanted to yell at him because the first thing that went through my head (and I’m not sure why) was that he had just given me a handful of goat poo.
He didn’t though, (obviously because we are not 5). So now I was interested. There was something on my property that was producing tasty food that I wasn’t aware of so I headed out to the biggest blackberry bush behind the barn….
You know how you go to the store and pay like 8$ for a pint of blackberries? (That’s the reason I’ve NEVER bought them). Well I harvested 2 pounds in a little under 30 minutes for free. It was incredibly satisfying. A little pokey because of all the thorns but the Mr made me an incredible little tool that helped me pull the branches closer.
Have you ever had a blackberry right off the bush? They are amazing. So sweet with a hint of sour and just about the most perfect thing the world ever created.
I was a ridiculously happy camper. Also? We have about a million more berries ready to ripen in the next week or so and more after that. I think I’m going to have to learn how to make jam!
I have also been really lucky in the radish department. I especially love looking at the watermelon radishes because they are so pretty.
In other news it seems that my yard has become a cornucopia of poultry sex.
The turkeys are in full display even though the women seem uninterested and as soon as I open the coop for the chickens Earl hops out and is all “I’m a love machine!” and proceeds to mount as many hens as he can catch. Earl and Maurice (both roosters) have different moves with the ladies. Earl does a little dance and then jumps them while Maurice just sneak mates them. He runs up from behind and jumps on top. He’s like a ninja banger. I like to think he’s more like a college frat boy.