You know how we have the “no blame” policy around here and I wouldn’t dream of breaking that tried and tested feel good factor ….but…
Sometimes, just occasionally I think that we should follow our instincts. When something tells you not to pull back the comforter, when something tells you to plump up your pillow and go back to sleep,… sometimes I think we should listen !!
The reserve team were collecting firewood. Poor old Bessie the battered and beat up Ford Truck was parked behind the barn waiting to be loaded up. That truck has seen it and done it all. It has carried hay, alfalfa, goats chickens and sheep. Old Bessie has dents and scratches, her transmission has died and she doesn't like cold weather but Bessie has been with us from the start of this adventure and despite how unreliable she can be,..we rely on her. All was going well. Tree round after tree round thumped into the truck bed, Quatre and Ginger were working themselves into a rhythm. Greg nonchalantly muttered “watch the window” as he organized the wood pile. Then it happened, one of those moments that will live in the perpetrator’s memory forever ( along with taking out the side of the barn !) the log was thrown, it sailed through the air in slow motion, it bounced and it bounced again, ooops..... right into the trucks back window……but we wont give a name, we don’t do that…can’t…no blame policy enforced…(it wasn’t Ginger !!). I wasn’t there but, if I were a gambler I would hazard a guess that my swear jar would have overflowed !
In October, for the 2011 Farm Tour we hatched a batch of cute and cuddly little chicks. Little chicks that would grow into laying hens in six months. One of said chicks appeared to have a problem with gravity over its first few days, appearing to prefer it’s legs in the air rather than on the ground. I was constantly rearranging flailing legs and propping the unstable chick back into a semi vertical position. Not much hope was held out for this little black chick, chickens don’t usually thrive upside down…but we persevered and Runty has repaid our dedication by growing up into Runty the little black ROOSTER ! Ginger has, in my absence turned into the chicken guru. On a twice daily routine Ginger enters the chicken pens. Chickens aren’t always happy to give up their eggs, chickens aren’t always happy to have their snooze disturbed and Ginger has learnt to recognize the aggressive and antisocial birds. Runty the little black rooster that we lavished so much attention on doesn’t wait for Ginger to go to him, that little rooster has either got an amorous liaison going with Ginger’s rubber boots or he now thinks he is big enough to bite the hand that feeds him. Sadly, love affair or aggression, Ginger's rubber boots don't need perforating and the future does not look good for Runty the little black rooster.
Well, time again. The reserve team are still down at the barn, the sun has started to shine…it’ll soon be Spring. Take care, keep safe, M