Sorry. Couldn't help myself. A more apt title would have been, "My Life of Poo". Yes, this past weekend was all about poo - septic system, manure spraying, barn cleaning, hoop-house digging. And let's not forget paper-changing.
Friday they came to check out my septic system - there had been 'whiffs' of a problem. I am so glad I called the local, family-owned service, as they are just great. One of the sons came out and, after much poking around, discovered that the septic tank is not square with the house, and that the hatch is a mere three feet from the steps to my deck! I am also lucky that there was NOT a problem and all I had to do was get it pumped out. Hallelujah!
While that was going on, the farmer who leases the field next to me started sending a steady stream of manure sprayer trucks to cover the cornfield. Hey - why not? While there's no denying that it's manure, it isn't that bad (IMHO) and fades away after a few days. Last year, however, it seemed that they sprayed the bottom of the tank on that field and it was STRONG! Like eye-watering, nose-running strong. This time is wasn't as bad.
I managed to get the barn cleaned out, the rest of the fencing done, and had my little patient outside for a while. This is the white Jersey Giant chick that suffered some sort of neck trauma (we think) - possibly was at the bottom of a chick pile. While she has made some progress, I'm not sure she will be able to thrive. She did seem to like being outside, although she peeps like mad as soon as I'm out of sight.
Did you know that Sunday was National Llama Bean Day? No? Where have you been?!?!? Melanie and Marianne knew about it -- and brought lunch! We started digging out the old hoop house bed and, one large tub, two feed bags, and over a dozen 5 gallon pails later, we had hardly made a dent. I am going to try to see if my farmer neighbor and a few strapping young fellows would be able to lift it and move it, so that digging would be less uncomfortable. It is brown gold, I tell you. And we didn't even tap the fresh supply of llama beans that Apria so thoughtfully leaves me on a daily basis. I really enjoy working with the Ms - there is such a wealth of good, creative thinking there. I toss up all my dilemmas and they find solutions. Perfecto!
The Little Lucky Farm goat family is due back this weekend. Just in time for their herdswoman who is missing them something fierce. I had stopped up this morning on my way to work (prepared, this time, by bringing my work clothes separately...) and did a little kid snoogling. There is lamb snorgling and kid snoogling, in case you didn't know. I sat in the hay and Willo trotted over, climbed in my lap and went to sleep. Apple tried climbing me and squeezing onto my lap, too. Chickie just got jealous. Sage let me scratch her back without bolting for the door - progress! Trouble is, I didn't want to leave. Will I be able to tear myself away when I have 24/7 access? Give me strength....