It is Saturday morning – after another fraught week.
A huge hawk came onto the farm while I was at work on Tuesday and killed Mrs Flowers. I saw the hawk when I was driving up the drive from work. The birds were frantic, wild birds flitting from tree to tree hiding under the canopy as the hawk perched high on the barn.
It was huge. The size of my torso. It hurled itself down from the barn as I walked to the house- I felt it as it swooped above the trees, I instinctively ducked amidst a cacophony of wings and warning calls as the birds dived for cover. The Guineas were screaming up at it and everything but the ducks had gone into hiding. I immediately turned and went to the area that Mrs Flowers has been freely raising her last chick and all that remained was a great pile of feathers. When a bird is attacked like that they will jettison their feathers on an attempt to loosen the hold of the predator. But she was gone.
I retrieved BooBoo and we very slowly tracked the baby and found her in a low bush. Crying with terror and loss. The cats were still locked in the basement so we followed the little bird until I could scoop her up. Boo is an amazing asset in times like this. He seems to know instinctively who I am looking for and whether it is friend or foe.
The chick lived for few days in a large enclosure with a rescue rabbit and another chick. Mr Flowers lay beside the pen, attracted by her plaintive calls I suppose. But at this moment she is dying. She has pined away. She does not want to live without her Mum.
Isn’t that sad. Poor wee soul. Another reason why I hesitate to write is these things. The sadness of losing even a bird weighs heavy on me and I hate to tell you and you will be sad too. I try to search for the lesson that goes with the saga of the pea chick but I can’t find it yet. Fighting nature does not work. Maybe that is it.
The fields are drying up – interesting that our organic fields have instantly burst into green growth of all kinds whereas the chemical laden fields across the road that was drowned in the same flood are still totally black. Not one living plant is coming back. Only the GM crop was allowed on that field and that is dead so now there is nothing.
John will be home in a couple of days having missed this entire episode. He has been gone a few weeks. He will take over the place again so I don’t have to do chores after a 12 hour day. I have a new sump pump for him to install too. And hopefully he can fix the washing machine that quit during the flood. Then I can scuttle back into my corner and get on with flour and bread and pasta and supermarkets! Teaching people how to bake. And food. I have had no time for food. Lucky for me the courgette plants on the porch have offered me a courgette a day!
This weekend, now there is no reason to lock up the cats or fret about birds, and the calves are settled in this field….
I am going to cook.
I have developed a loose formula for my pasta. One egg per hundred grams of flour. (Not that big egg (above) though – double-yolkers are not in my equation). The water is harder to quantify – I always need a little extra water to get the dough just right but it is always a different amount because no egg is the same! I will work on that this weekend.
Soon we will be selling semolina and that will be a different equation! Semolina seems to need more fluid.
I also have two new flours to test bake. We are bringing in a new High Protein wheat while we wait for the Glenn to be ready to harvest. So I am going to put it through its paces.
There is rain in the forecast and it is very cool – low 70’s.
I hope you have a lovely day and I also hope to be back in your inbox tomorrow with a more positive attitude. Baking always cheers me up.
Love miss c
PS you can find our flours at janiesmill.com. Use the discount code SPREADTHEWORD47. A little gift from me.Thank you!