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Sorry, I'll be back later!!!...ok, I'm back!

7/5/2011

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Good morning world! I’m starting my diary late this
morning as I think that Lamb chops hair was probably cleaner than mine and a
decision was made to appoint Greg as deputy editor whilst I was otherwise
employed. Well, the lack of words of literary genius  has
  indicated to me that he failed in his appointed mission   
I'm not going to have much time as the troops are already gathering, Bran is already
poised at the door and the cuckoo is due to choke itself very shortly. Quatre
wasn’t scared off by us after her last visit here and has returned, still
smiling which is a good thing….now we have all 3 interns with big smiling faces
we love it!  If I have a few  moments  I will report on the
“goings on” at lunch time. Please bear with me, I believe I was the fall guy
this time and I’m going to have to seriously consider how I approach that one
DOH .Catch you later!!! M
Hello, it’s me, as promised, I’m back! Currently, the outside temperature possibly equals that of New Mexico which for the Pacific North West is quite an achievement. Sitting here at the kitchen table with the sun beating down and the sky an almost azure blue…I wonder WHY I was dumb enough to make such a foolish promise this morning. Smile. The team are all down in the field below the house, standing in a semicircle around Greg who is educating them on the finer points of field fencing.

So, why did I say earlier that I was the fall guy this time ?… The other day when we had our chicken and rooster round up, I found myself alone on the outside of the chicken pen. Inside the pen doing their best to look intimidating ( but still with the broadest smiles) Derek Leslie Greg and little mica were intent on pushing the chickens into the henhouse. Standing outside was possibly the safest and cleanest place to be but no one has ever accused me of being scared of getting dirty and if there was some action….I’m usually in the middle of it BUT I couldn’t get in ! I jumped up and down, stamped my feet in frustration rattled the hen house door but still I was on the outside and no one was letting me in. Eventually, ( embarrassingly) I got in by the back entrance and loudly complained that I had been locked out, the look of surprise silenced my complaining as the chicken round up team, adorned in varying coloured chicken feathers and copious amounts of smelly poo advised an unmarked, unadorned and still clean me that the henhouse door had in fact been locked….but on the OUTSIDE !!! I’m sticking to my story that it’s the medication !

The rooster round up was not going quite according to plan…the roosters, very unhappy at the sudden stop put on their rape and plunder in the big henhouse had been temporarily housed in the chicken tractor pending their pick up by “the lady from Tacoma” ( I ask no questions!). Said roosters were in no mood for co operation and the tarp being manfully manoeuvred by Greg and Derek was proving no obstacle for roosters up to the wattles in testosterone. Decision made ( I blame the medication again, no sane level headed English woman not on medication would have made that decision !!!) I was to get into the chicken tractor with the rampant roosters and persuade them to accept their fate. Bearing in mind that the chicken tractor is only 20 something inches high and 20 roosters had been sequestered therein for 24 hours, I feel that insanity and medication can be claimed in my defence. Down on my knees in rooster poop pushing them in the direction we wanted them to go I felt that I had redeemed my earlier faux pas with the chicken roundup but wondered if I would EVER smell good again! I have to mention here, Gregs Babe Ruth( is that where the candy bar got its name from /) moment. One rooster made a  break for freedom and Greg, who had had just about enough of roosters for the next 20 years leapt in the air, arm extended and caught the fleeing bird as it took off. We all clapped and yelled, it was most certainly a Greg moment !! ps the “Tacoma lady” came, very impressed with our birds and wants more….this side of 2045????
Time to go, I have some quality assurance to do on fencing..oh, and the sun is shining. Love to all the moms and mum from all of us here. Take care, M

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trisha
7/5/2011 04:11:41 pm

hi there all - sounds like you are having fun. Will be on the phone this evening to hear how all is going. Hope you are looking after yourselves. Lots of love - also to Mum J - Trisha..

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mum j says
7/6/2011 02:14:53 am

hi trisha good 2 hear from you, bet you are busy getting ready for the big wedding. take care and i love you. mum j .

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