Thanks to a downed DSL since Saturday morning, there has been no posting - no downloading of pix, either. And no lambs, dagnabit. Just when I think that Freyda can't go another five minutes, she continues blissfully along, chewing her cud. I did get photographs of their large bee-hinds, but cannot download until my Internet service is restored. A very nice young man at Fairport's technical help line, for whom English is not a first language, told me they are "very, very, very" busy and it may be some long while. I will take my payment off auto-pilot and reduce it in daily increments until I have full service.
A little excitement was had yesterday on the homestead. I heard a ruckus outside that included the ducks -- a new wrinkle -- so I raced out to the deck in time to see a large mink chasing the chickens around the yard. I let the dogs go and Bernie herded him into the now-empty coop, where I slammed the door shut. Meanwhile, Scrapping was sidling off to a far corner of the yard, nonchalantly peeing his way in the opposite direction. Killer, he is not. I figured a rifle would not be appropriate in such a small space, so I called in a neighbor who drove up a few minutes later, pistol in hand. At first I thought the mink had managed to get out, but I spotted him trying to become one with the shadows in a lower nesting box. Crafty fellow. The neighbor dispatched him and I buried him over the fence, a very healthy male specimen. I would have felt badly about it if it had been almost anything but a mink/weasel/vicious killer.
Over at the farm, I whipped up an Apple Cobbler Cake for the barn crew to celebrate Jasmine's freshening, and the arrival of tiny Alice. Alice continues to thrive - and she is, if I do say so myself, the cutest, smartest sweetest calf in the world. Even the farmer, who is rather numb to calf-cuteness, called her a "cute little feller". I am trying to get a better shot of her, but she is very bouncy when I'm there - I mean "bottle". Who could ask for anything more?