The walnut gathering has now begun in earnest. 16 trees worth of walnuts all to be picked up by hand , at least up until now. A very satisfying task which no doubt goes a long way to unleashing the hidden forager apparently lying within us all from way back when gathering nuts & berries was the key to survival.
It does pays havoc with a weak back though and this week I gave in and , most unlike me, bought a gadget! A rolling wire cage originally designed for collecting golf balls & now used by most of the local community for collecting nuts. A mere 70 €…ahem…Emma & Alistair were aghast. ” 70€ for a cage and a pole? You must be mad…” and Alistair just had to add, ” And you won’t buy me an i-phone…? ” Personally I didn’t see the logic in this last bit but have to say I did think twice about the value of the cage & pole.
But this was what convinced me – to all of the aging local community round here, “un sou est un sou” (every penny counts!) & yet nearly everybody had parted with their hard earned cash and were happy so I reckoned there must be something in that. And earlier this week we happened to see an old man using one & stopped for a cheeky free trial run. He had supposedly collected 7 buckets of walnuts in the time he would have normally done 3 – I was sold!
I have to say I am not disappointed – half the time saved, no sore back, no black tannin stained hands and if it can multi- task and collect golf balls too, so much the better… 70 € very well spent!
This week we also got the news that after 3 years of orthodontic treatment Alistair has now got to get 2, possibly 4, wisdom teeth taken out – on the 21st December. Just in time for Christmas. Great. Looks like we’ll have to purée the Christmas Dinner. Which leads me quite nicely into the hot topic of conversation in our household this week….should we or should we not embrace The Good Life to the full and dispatch the poultry? I have struggled with this even although I know it makes perfect sense to give the hens & guinea fowl a good life and then know exactly what you’re feeding your family rather than supporting someone else to do it. “What?? Eat Lolita??!” I can still hear Emma now. It doesn’t pay to get emotionally attached.
So I have given myself some guidelines
- don’t give them names.
- forget they all have their own quirky personalities & endearing ways
- don’t look them in the eye in the morning & imagine them on your plate at night
- remember that these are hens – the next batch will look & act just the same as these ones & you’ll soon forget you ate the last lot
Lolita for one will be spared our final decision as I found her yesterday morning half eaten by some nocturnal predator. I was a bit later than normal shutting up the hen house the night before so either she was having a late supper & I left her outside by mistake or she had already met her fate before I got there & I didn’t notice. Given this may well happen again over the Winter I am now a tiny step closer to being convinced that rearing our own food is the way to go…we’ll see.
Dont forget I know you well!!
Why your guidelines WONT WORK
No.1: Doesnt matter if you dont give them a ‘special’ name they will still recognise you and you will still know them individually and you will still ‘talk’ to them so number one is out
No2.: Impossible !! When you are with them every day their quirky personalities and endearing ways grow on you!!
No.3: How can you avoid looking at them when they run to meet you. If you start to think about them on your plate you probably wont ‘see’ them on your plate because the thought of that will probably bring tears to your eyes!
No4. Definitely not true!! you still talk about all the other hens/birds you’ve had before -you definitely haven’t forgotten THEM, so it wont be any different in the future.
Oh dear…and I was doing so well…. still, I suppose I should have known I wasn’t going to get much encouragement from the Nonnagina camp!! The jury is still out!
To balance the argument though, better that you are the “predator” that gets to eat them, than keep going until Lolita’s fate determines that someone or something else eats them!
Our thoughts entirely Tim!!
glad I found your post on Lay My Hat, so I can now read your blog and your story. I so miss collecting walnuts, it looks like that cage is working a treat…. 🙂 and I look forward to reading more about Lolita. Ciao
What a clever idea!!! Now as for you not buying your poor kid an iPhone…. shhhh…. you are not alone. That makes at east two god-awful miserable mums. Must raise my glass to that tonight. 🙂