A few months back, I posted in the blog about one of our ducks that we had to hand raise as the mom rejected it. We ended up getting a couple of chicks from our neighbor so we wouldn’t have to raise it alone.
We lost one of the chicks early, but the other one survived. He’s a rooster, and he’s really beautiful as far as roosters go.
This is them now. I’m not sure if the chicken thinks it’s a duck or the duck thinks it’s a chicken. But I guess it doesn’t really matter, because they’re buddies and are pretty inseparable. Perhaps they could teach us all a little about diversity.
We’re winding down on mango season. This year we had a nice size crop, we gave a few a handful, but kept most ourselves. Our mango trees are still young, so hopefully in the next few years, we’ll be seeing a larger yield.
The tree that this came from is small, but we got two small “seasons” out it this year. We had a nice batch of about 10 mangoes, then about a month later it flowered again, and we had a few more. This is from the second batch. It’s a Rapoza mango. Not only is it a beautiful looking mango, but one of the most delicious varieties.
The hubby is almost done with our new dry house. It’s so hot in the house even though it’s not finished, he limits his working time to early in the morning or late in the afternoon. I walked in it just to test the temperature, and man was it HOT. It was already a warm day yesterday, but inside that room, I’d say it was a good 10 degrees hotter. I’ll do a temperature test once it’s finished. It’s going to dry that coffee (and fish, and herbs, and tomatoes ….) so fast.
We’re still experiencing draught conditions on the property. We’d love a good rain here. Hilo has been getting a lot of rain, but unfortunately it hasn’t made it up to the coast at all. While we have some irrigation, we don’t it over the entire farm area, so yesterday morning, we had to hand water a lot of plants. David scooped buckets of water from the ponds, while I had the hose watering the coffee and cacao.
This is from this morning – a side view of some of the farm. You can see the grass is brown. Yesterday I was walking around barefoot. The grass is crunchy and HOT, I had to run up and get my slippers. We had a guest yesterday on the property and we were talking about our Ohia tree. I picked a blossom to show him, and then remembered that according to Hawaiian legend if you pick a blossom it will rain that day. There are different versions of the legend, but in both the picking of the blossom represents the separating of the lovers Ohia and Lehua, and Lehua (the blossom) cries for her love. But alas no rain, at least not at our house.