Last week, I went to Ontario for a little family/business/pleasure trip.
I took a little walk around Fenelon Falls. Here’s a pic of the cabin built by a store and put in the store’s backyard. I’m fascinated with tiny houses because I simply must buy myself some land and have one where I can get away any time I want. I like this design, though I’d have side and back windows and a loft window or skylight as that would be the sleeping area. I need less of a porch than this, so I might pull it out into an L shape, leaving the windows just as they are. (I sense a topic for a winter blog post in the making!)
About 3 clicks east of Fenelon Falls, I went to a farm where they had a table to sell produce, and since I’m the special kind of stupid that forgets I’m a blogger, I forgot to take pictures of the farm stand, the turkeys, etc. Instead, I get to show you the giant zucchini, the dozen corn, some tomatoes, and the cabbage I bought, right here on my kitchen counter.
The people I stayed with down the road had to spend about an hour a day out in their squash patch, vacuuming the squash bugs off the leaves. They let me harvest purple beans from their box garden full of them. I forgot to take pictures of that, too, even though I’d found my good camera, so that’s why the beans are in the picture.
Instead, since I’ve got a soft spot for animals, I took pictures of the one lonesome Muscovy duck, Mamma. Mamma used to look over the chickens – and, at 9 years old, if she survives over the winter, she’ll do so again in the spring. She apparently likes to kick the hens off the eggs (though I wonder, with broody hens, if they’ll give up easily) and hatch and look after the chicks.
Meanwhile, over at Gamiing, a family of wild turkeys passes by the Discovery Shack and heads over into the farmer’s soybeans. The first pic is pretty good of the trailing adult, but you can also see the miniature young adult in the background by the fence.
|This picture of the first adult with one of the youngsters gives you a better idea of their relative sizes.|
On my drive back to Quebec, I passed a farmer’s field in Martintown with its straw all rolled up and ready to be taken back to the farm to be used for bedding. Because it’s not forage for over the winter, it’s wrapped in a nylon net, rather than bagged in a wrapper that protects hay from the elements and converts it to haylage or silage, which means it’s partially fermented. A majestic view of a well-kept field, with treelines in view and a forest to the left. Eastern Ontario has some gorgeous farm country.