6:00-7:30 a.m. I mix up Mama Pea's Cranberry Almond Cake for the guys at the farm and put it in the oven. I put it in the oven and feed the dogs (kibble and heated leftover won ton soup with chopped hard boiled duck eggs). I feed the cats, clean the litter boxes, move the laundry around, change into my outdoor clothes.
7:30-8:30 a.m. I take the dogs on a short walk because I don't want to burn the cake. We hear lots of gun fire -- deer hunting season already? There's a lot of interesting scat on the side of the road. The dogs notice ALL of it. I get back in time to rescue the cake. I put it to cool in the laundry room - the only cat/dog safe space in the house.
8:30 a.m. - I finish the cake, slice up half of it and drive it up to the farm - stick my head in to say hello and stop on the road to see Jasmine, who is looking divine. The laundry is hung on the line to dry.
9:00 - 11:00 a.m. - I scrape out a large pumpkin, cut it and put it in the oven to roast. The seeds and goop go out to the sheep, then I give them their hay. They are still p**ed off that they're on a diet. I start on the chickens and rabbits, when my dairy farmer neighbor pulls up the driveway and yells "We got a situation here, can you help?" His bull and four young heifers broke out of the fencing and are down my road terrifying the weekenders. The entire farmer family (all in pickups) show up and disburse. I am stationed at the intersection armed with....a stick. I am thinking I should have a bazooka. The ensuing chaos resulted in me *running* about a half-mile. This is something I have only done a handful of times in my life, as I regard running as unnatural. Much sweat, muck, and hollering later, the recalcitrant are back in a fenced-in area. May I add here that Jasmine and her sister, Rosebud, have NEVER breached the fence. Jersey girls are the best.
11:00-12:45 p.m. - I return home and finish the poultry/rabbit chores, then roll up my sleeves and start to erect the rabbits' winter housing. I spend a lot of time calling KW Cages many bad names. The urine guards are NOT the same as the instructions say they are, and interfere with putting in feeders. In order to install the feeders, I have to get out the bolt cutters and cut holes in the cages. What the heck? I get them put together anyway and take a 15 min. break for a glass of Marianne's delicious apple cider!
|Rabbits in their new, snug digs.|