Weekend war against weeds

8am Saturday me and the oldest son drove just up the highway to a chicken swap. Unfortunately we came home empty handed. I was went hoping to find some green egg layers to add to the flock, but no such luck this time. The trip was far from a waste of time. Turkeys and goats were popular items at this particular sale. I hope to get a couple of each in the near future (shhhh! don't tell Jenn), so I was able to talk to several people about the different breeds they raise. Its hard to beat the fun of a good chicken swap.

The weather this weekend was fabulous in our little part of Kansas. So far this spring it has been a rare thing to get two consecutive days without rain. The garden plants seem to be in shock and the weeds were close to taking over. By lunch time on Saturday it was dry enough to break out the heavy artillery. So, with my hoe in hand I went to war, I even enlisted help.
Five hours of chopping and pulling, along with several bales of hay for mulch I think we finally have the upper hand. But if there's one thing I've learned about weeds... they'll be back.

Here's a little surprise we found under one of those bales of mulch hay.
Mommy mouse scurried away and didn't look back. Just so you know, I actually relocated the the nest along with a shovels full of dirt to some tall grass in the general direction that mama ran. Maybe she found them... hopefully a the cat will.

And lets not forget. Today is fathers day. There are traditions to upold.
Ahhh, its a wonderful life.