Christina will now be back at school in Burlington Vermont, back in the real world where horses don’t come in x x large size and don’t give slushy prickly kisses. Where cows don’t like a back scratch and sheep don’t like peanuts. We loved having you here Christina, we believe we will see you again, one day when you have reached those goals you have aspired to and school is a distant memory. Come back and see us….till then your arrow in the barnyard will remind us of the time you spent here. Thank you Christina and good luck in the future.
Back at the ranch, it was very nearly “The Great Chicken breakout”. I had trailed out to the hen house (grandly referred to here as The Roost With A View). Swinging my little wicker egg basket I had little of any consequence going through my mind when I noted unusual activity in the chicken pen. Several of our scruffy red hens, currently going through the moult and not earning their daily grain ration were paying an inordinate amount of attention to a point on the fence line. Closer inspection revealed an escape plan under operation and very nearly operational. Clearly irritated that the great escape had been discovered and by my intrusion in the inner sanctum of the chicken pen the red hens began to squawk and the roosters began to strut around the “almost” exit holes…..which incidentally and thankfully pointed me straight to the most critical tunnels . Another priority found itself at the top of Greg’s “must do NOW” list. All around the inside of the chicken run, logs block the offending holes which give the chickens no access to the fence line….nothing can get in and nothing should get out. Sorry girls, no time for a chicken roundup…oh and it’s time to get back in those nest boxes. Soup is coming to mind.
Congratulations to brother John and new sister in law Jean. John and Jean were married yesterday in Gig Harbor. The day was not without event even before we got to the venue. For the first time in two years I put real shoes on….I took off my jeans and put a dress on….scrubbed up, I looked like a real city slicker. Before 10am we had our morning barn chores to complete at breakneck speed….at the last moment I changed my shoe choice….they fitted but I couldn’t wear them, Mrs. Tom Tom the GPS lady apparently couldn’t find the Key Peninsula and her estimation of time to reach our destination was unexpectedly AFTER the 11am service. Phew.
Welcome to Robyn, our new WWOOFER Volunteer. She arrived last night for a three week visit to the ranch and we hope that she is going to have a memorable (for all the right reasons) stay.
Time to go, Take care, keep warm (there’s a frost out there !) M