My friend/farmer has sold his farm. I am currently negotiating the status of the farm cats that I feed daily. Needless to say, I have grown quite fond of them and want to insure that their care is maintained. One is definitely feral and the other is semi-feral. As a result of the sale, he has to empty his barn of hay. He asked if I would like him to fill my barn (yes!!) and, when I went out to feed the sheep Saturday morning, I opened the door to hay bales stacked to the roof! As any of you who deal with hay know, this is a sight to warm the cockles. It also smells like summer. I just love the smell of hay, so I leaned forward, pressed my forehead against the hay, closed my eyes and just inhaled. Just as neighbors drove by. They apparently thought I was in some sort of distress, because there was a squeal of brakes and they reversed, rolling down the window on the passenger side and calling out. I straightened up and told them I was just enjoying the hay. The window went quickly up and the tires actually chirped as they sped off, most likely eyeing me warily in the rear view mirror.
It's been either pouring rain, snowing, or windy as all get-out. Sometimes all at the same time. This has been a weird winter and I am hoping against all odds that things settle down by spring. I think we are due for an uneventful, good gardening year. Am I right?
I now have a tiny squirrel, as well as a tiny rabbit, residing on the homestead. He/she is not afraid of me in the least bit, which is worrisome. Now I have to carefully scan the deck and surrounding area to make sure the coast is clear before I let the dogs out. I went out to berate him and he sat there, peanut skewered on his front teeth and looked at me - then went back to the peanut without a care in the world. Sigh.
The gloomy weather is making everyone cranky. Baby Dumpling, the lowest hen in the pecking order, is being beset upon by everyone, including the ducks. I have to intervene and then carry her around while I do chores so that she catches a break. There is one particular hen that seems to delight in torturing her (Cruella) and she had better watch her step. I am thinking about making a roost for the duck house and putting BD and her sister there during the nights. At least she would get a break and not be alone.
|Typical gloomy morning chores|
|Linden would like to know where|
I am keeping the sun.