All I can say about the weekend was...it was hot. And, sorry to say, dry. Farmers all around were busy getting hay baled. I was busy shoveling llama manure mountains, cleaning up around the perimeters, taking breaks for copious amounts of liquids, and praying that my well won't dry up.
|Feeding my feral charges at the farm.|
I've been leaving water as well as food at the farm house for the cats (there are two - the photo is not great, but you can see Pixie's tail on the porch and Fraidy is peering out from under the ramp. Pixie actually came up and sniffed my shoe on Saturday morning. She sits about six feet away from me, blinking and purring. Fraidy just looks terrified.
Wrens have made a nest in the gourd house in my dead birch. What a glorious thing it is to be serenaded by those rich, voluptuous trills. I think there are hatchlings because there has been a lot of activity from sun up to sun down the past few days. you can see some of the nest twigs poking out of the hole.
|What's with the weird neck?|
The only way I can work outside in this extreme (for me) heat is with the application of my frozen neckerchiefs. And what is with that weird, wrinkly neck? Egads. But it came in very handy for manure shoveling and hay stacking (OMG, so happy!)
|Even the peonies are droopy.|