Wednesday morning, still icy cold but beautiful to see the white dusting of frost over the pastures and barns.Yesterdays “potential” turned out to just be another road bump, not to be ignored but thankfully Greg’s dedication and love spotted the problem early enough… and before it became a road wreck !!
Whilst we were out becoming, I’m sure, a swear word with our insurance company, the reserve team once again held the fort ( the farm !!). By all accounts, not a whole lot happened and, under Quatre’s leadership the team proved that we weren’t missed a whole lot..in fact, maybe we weren’t missed at all ! DOH !!!
Bran the Border Collie with attitude has recovered from his pouting, I think he possibly recognised that sulking is pretty much ignored around here,…if I can’t get away with prima donna behaviour, I’m pretty sure it wont work for the dog !!! Yesterday he came with us as we embarked on our all day mission. Happily he sat, paws on the back rest of the drivers seat and cold wet nose in Greg’s ear. When we left the truck Bran assumed guardian of the truck mode and, sitting upright in the drivers seat warned off not just the unwary who passed close by the vehicle…but every man bird or shadow that caught his watchful eye. He was a happy dog with a mission !
Whilst we were gone, the reserve team completed morning chores. Copious amounts of poo was, as usual, relocated by a convoy of steaming wheelbarrows from stalls, empty of their occupants and consigned to the poo pile which is turning into a rich dark smelly aromatic compost just in time for the Springtime and our enthusiastic local gardeners.
After the chores were done, Quatre and John set to work dismantling a "temporary",
( how long ??) stall. True to form, the stall is being torn apart…so it can be rebuilt, Greg has construction plans that should keep the team happy playing with power tools for at least a little while.
Ginger is apparently becoming the farm ambassador and cheerfully relates her conversations with the multitude of egg customers who arrive at the farm in the hope that the “sorry, sold out” sign hasn’t been turned. The chickens are apparently still on vacation or have called industrial action. Either way, the evening egg collection has been reduced to subsistance level, nest boxes are empty and unused or occupied by a chicken with little or no intention of laying an egg. Soup or chicken ‘n dumplings comes to mind !
Well, the back police will be on my case and it’s time to move this broken body so I’ll say take care and keep safe. Thank you for your love and prayers. M
Whilst we were out becoming, I’m sure, a swear word with our insurance company, the reserve team once again held the fort ( the farm !!). By all accounts, not a whole lot happened and, under Quatre’s leadership the team proved that we weren’t missed a whole lot..in fact, maybe we weren’t missed at all ! DOH !!!
Bran the Border Collie with attitude has recovered from his pouting, I think he possibly recognised that sulking is pretty much ignored around here,…if I can’t get away with prima donna behaviour, I’m pretty sure it wont work for the dog !!! Yesterday he came with us as we embarked on our all day mission. Happily he sat, paws on the back rest of the drivers seat and cold wet nose in Greg’s ear. When we left the truck Bran assumed guardian of the truck mode and, sitting upright in the drivers seat warned off not just the unwary who passed close by the vehicle…but every man bird or shadow that caught his watchful eye. He was a happy dog with a mission !
Whilst we were gone, the reserve team completed morning chores. Copious amounts of poo was, as usual, relocated by a convoy of steaming wheelbarrows from stalls, empty of their occupants and consigned to the poo pile which is turning into a rich dark smelly aromatic compost just in time for the Springtime and our enthusiastic local gardeners.
After the chores were done, Quatre and John set to work dismantling a "temporary",
( how long ??) stall. True to form, the stall is being torn apart…so it can be rebuilt, Greg has construction plans that should keep the team happy playing with power tools for at least a little while.
Ginger is apparently becoming the farm ambassador and cheerfully relates her conversations with the multitude of egg customers who arrive at the farm in the hope that the “sorry, sold out” sign hasn’t been turned. The chickens are apparently still on vacation or have called industrial action. Either way, the evening egg collection has been reduced to subsistance level, nest boxes are empty and unused or occupied by a chicken with little or no intention of laying an egg. Soup or chicken ‘n dumplings comes to mind !
Well, the back police will be on my case and it’s time to move this broken body so I’ll say take care and keep safe. Thank you for your love and prayers. M
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