It started Wednesday night, when I borrowed Melanie's cruck (car/truck) for a trip up to the poultry processor Thursday morning. She didn't get home until around 9:30ish, so I didn't get back until 10-ish. Then Bernie decided to have a walkabout in the yard and didn't arrive at the back door until 10:30. Then I woke up at 3:30 in the morning, thinking about everything I had to do in order to leave the house by 7:45. The forecast had been for rain, off and on, throughout the day. I can tell you when it rained: at 6A, when I went outside in the dark to transport the Nuggets (CornishX) to the tarped crate on the back of M's cruck. As soon as I had them all secured, the rain stopped. Thanks, Pa Nature. I threw hay and feed at everyone, apologized for the lack of a morning walk to the dogs, and headed up to Melanie's. She had agreed to keep me company. And she did the driving! Melanie is awesome. The trip up to the nearest processor is about an hour and a half due north. It turned out to be a lovely morning and we made good time. As we sat around waiting for the end product, we were entertained by Cinnamon:
|She sniffed out the bucket of apples|
in the back of the cruck.
|The Nuggets enroute.|
|Lovely view from M's.|
We also got the good news that the fellow who runs the facility will be relocating to a new location that is MUCH closer to us. Yay!
On our way back, we stopped for lunch at a new restaurant that is run by a woman who supports local food and artisans. The food was good and reasonable, and M and I cased it out as a possible meeting place for a spinning group...we hope. Then on to pick up a cider press, glean a greenhouse, herd a loose heifer, drop M off, pick up apples, drive home, sort poultry, deliver some to a neighbor, return home, feed everyone (apologize to the dogs AGAIN for no afternoon walk), and hightail it to the town complex for the Rabies Clinic, where I volunteer twice a year. This year, I worked with the vet. This had always been Kay's job (she was very qualified, by the way - whereas, I have no veterinary skills, but am very ethusiastic!) Frankly, I think the vet was relieved that I was NOT doing the paperwork, as I have the focus of a fruit fly and invariably messed it up. This vet is one of our area's large animal vets - as an interesting aside, it seems as though the large majority of vets entering and in this field, in our area at least, are women - and she a warm, lovely person as well as a terrific vet. After getting the hang of filling syringes (I dreamt about syringes) and putting a loving but firm headlock on dogs and cats that needed it, I finally stumbled in the front door at 8:30. Only to have to go out with the headlamp and herd the turkeys into the safety of the coop. I can tell you when it rained again. 8:33P.
I love my days off.