Once a year during garlic harvest time, our front porch is transformed. With hundreds of heads of garlic hanging everywhere, our house reminds me of something you might see in a swamp in Louisiana. At least we do not have to worry about any visits from vampires in the coming weeks - haha.
Getting an early start before this scorcher of a day really took hold, Ian and Liam dug out the garlic gently being careful not to bruise the bulbs.
Garlic is easily our best seller here on the farm and I am sure this year will be no exception, the bulbs are huge and gorgeous. I cannot wait to roast some and spread it on fresh baked bread. Yum!
While Liam and Ian were preoccupied with the garlic, Seamus and I mucked out the baby chickens' coop and the sheep barn.
We have been on the fence for a while about whether one of our baby hens is in fact a rooster in disguise. He has been looking more and more like a rooster lately. Here - you be the judge...
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| Bird in question. |
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| Another bird of the same breed. |
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