Big brother John has been busy…very busy. The old red British telephone box in our barnyard was looking distinctly shabby. Fiancée Jean, in her office, in front of her computer had decreed it….Johns’ mission was to right what was wrong…. and turn dull and dirty into shining and clean. Bright and early (way too early !) for the past few days John has arrived to get to work. Armed with an array of pain brushes and a specially mixed pot of paint box red he took up position in his telephone box under my flagpole. In burning sunshine and Summer rain he has painted…..sadly not just the box. The cement pad, the pea stones around it, the barn door, Jeans’ car seat, my lavender plants, (struggling to survive now have a dash of vivid red) …oh and John. Somehow there was operator error (or paint tray/ tin malfunction !) and my big brother was wearing more shiny phone box red than the phone box ! I believe he has accomplished his mission and I would be surprised if he ever volunteers to paint again !
Sadly, today we say goodbye to Brian. Brian from Georgia has been with us for a month and we are going to miss him. He is off to a farm in Oregon, our loss is their gain and they had better take care of him ! Thank you Brian, it has been a pleasure hosting you…please come back some day.
As Brian prepares to leave, Anna arrived. Yesterday, with John feverishly painting himself in the box in the barnyard and total carnage in the barn kitchen our newest WWOOFER appeared. I was busily scooping one of the multiple piles of steaming poop in Coopers stall ( I swear that horse poops more than he could possible eat), local farming neighbors were “processing” soon to be chicken pot pie in the farm kitchen and Greg was deep in discussion as to whether the “parsons nose” (aka chicken butt) stayed on or came off and our fresh faced young WWOOFER arrived. From the depths of the horse stall I heard Bran bark and a quick survey of the barn gate confirmed my worst fears……Anna had got past me, brother John, red from head to toe had waved his paintbrush vaguely in the direction of the barn kitchen and her first impression of Gentle Giant Meadows ranch was a chicken butt ! Welcome to the farm Anna !
The turkey pen is progressing which is a good job as the turkey poults are still hatching in the barn kitchen and the already hatched are growing rapidly. I happened to be passing by as Sarah had just securely (very securely) nailed in a very bent nail which clearly had to come out. Brian tried to remove it, Sarah pulled and twisted, the two intrepid volunteers struggled but the nail wouldn’t come out. The last think you want when something is going wrong is a witness. I didn’t say anything….accidents happen….we have a no blame policy around here…..I just got out the camera !!!
Time to go, all around the breakfast table willing WWOOFERS are eager to get down to the barn….aren’t they ?
Take care, keep safe M
Sadly, today we say goodbye to Brian. Brian from Georgia has been with us for a month and we are going to miss him. He is off to a farm in Oregon, our loss is their gain and they had better take care of him ! Thank you Brian, it has been a pleasure hosting you…please come back some day.
As Brian prepares to leave, Anna arrived. Yesterday, with John feverishly painting himself in the box in the barnyard and total carnage in the barn kitchen our newest WWOOFER appeared. I was busily scooping one of the multiple piles of steaming poop in Coopers stall ( I swear that horse poops more than he could possible eat), local farming neighbors were “processing” soon to be chicken pot pie in the farm kitchen and Greg was deep in discussion as to whether the “parsons nose” (aka chicken butt) stayed on or came off and our fresh faced young WWOOFER arrived. From the depths of the horse stall I heard Bran bark and a quick survey of the barn gate confirmed my worst fears……Anna had got past me, brother John, red from head to toe had waved his paintbrush vaguely in the direction of the barn kitchen and her first impression of Gentle Giant Meadows ranch was a chicken butt ! Welcome to the farm Anna !
The turkey pen is progressing which is a good job as the turkey poults are still hatching in the barn kitchen and the already hatched are growing rapidly. I happened to be passing by as Sarah had just securely (very securely) nailed in a very bent nail which clearly had to come out. Brian tried to remove it, Sarah pulled and twisted, the two intrepid volunteers struggled but the nail wouldn’t come out. The last think you want when something is going wrong is a witness. I didn’t say anything….accidents happen….we have a no blame policy around here…..I just got out the camera !!!
Time to go, all around the breakfast table willing WWOOFERS are eager to get down to the barn….aren’t they ?
Take care, keep safe M
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