Posted by: Bonnie & Hans | September 27, 2009

Making Hay While the Sun Shines

Fall time. Harvesting. Those of you with farm backgrounds probably picture combines, tractors, grain elevators, and wagons full of corn or beans. Those of you with Alaskan backgrounds probably picture picking blueberries, smoking salmon, and hunting moose or caribou. Last week was spirit/culture camp for a group of middle school and high school students. They went 60 miles upriver with some school staff and village elders and village members to partake in traditional activities. They should be returning soon after four days of being gone and we’re anxious to hear all about their travels.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch…

Yes, that's two chickens.

Yes, that's two chickens (of about 20).

Yes, that's a chicken coop in Grayling; right next to the school.

Yes, that's a chicken coop in Grayling; right next to the school.

Last year the all-school project was to mill lumber, build a chicken coop and raise chickens. This is year two. With most of the older kids out at camp, our Friday afternoon project for this week was to harvest grass for the chickens. For the long winter.

Cutting the grass

Cutting the grass

As they worked, Hans tried to get the kids to join in on an old peasant folk song he remembered from grade school:

“There is dignity in work, let no man his duty shirk. (Everybody sing!)

Let us work and hmm-mmm-mmm (he forgot that part) along as we sing this merry song.

Chorus: (big finish) Zum gali, gali, gali, – zum gali, gali. Repeat-(this time with feeling!)”

Needless to say, the kids were less than enthusiastic in their participation.

Gathering & carrying grass

Gathering & carrying grass

Tying up the bundles

Tying up the bundles

Bob, the new Wayne, hauled the harvest back to school with the 4-wheeler and trailer.

Bob, the new Wayne, hauled the harvest back to school with the 4-wheeler and trailer.

The "un-grim" Reapers

The "un-grim" Reapers

The hayloft (aka the shop floor)

The hayloft (aka the shop floor)

Matthew just walked in and said the chicken feed order didn’t go through and he needs to reorder. Looks like our harvest will be put to good use sooner than expected. He also handed us a dozen eggs. Real fresh.


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