No, not squashed floofs. Squashes AND floofs.
Floofs are baby chickens. That is totally the technical term for them, hush.
Squashes are… squashes. Acorn, in this case.
Just FYI, Down on the (Sub)Urban Farm will appear approximately once a month from now on, and it will be mostly photos, sometimes with a bit of ‘story’ depending on whether I feel like expounding much or not. Enjoy!
A late rose on the bush, likely brought on by our cooler-than-usual August weather.
Yellow cherry tomatoes are putting on fruit again!
Bee on cucumber flower.
Acorn squash seedlings.
Close-up of acorn squash seedling.
Big acorn squash plants! Sadly, I have lost 2/3 of my plants to wind, and mosaic virus.
Hand pollination. AKA, flower sex. Because squash are stupid at pollination.
Baby acorn squashes!
A few days later, the same squash from before. The bottom one had it’s pollination ‘take’, the front one didn’t.
Last picture of the floofs inside.
Floofs outside in the new chicken tractor!
Polly went asplodey. She is molting. This is just the beginning. It got worse.
Here, we have a Mississippi Kite that decided to visit. This is as far as my camera zooms in, and the tall tree is on the far side of the lot next to us.
Update: Since I compiled this slideshow, I sadly lost all my squash plants to mosaic virus. No homegrown acorn squash this year, alas… We also had the added adventure of Polly developing bumblefoot. Whoo. But she is on the mend now!