Home Again, Home Again, Jiggedy Jig

We rose at 3.15 am  California time and began the pressure cooker air travel race to reach The Prairies  by 6.30 pm.  Travelling is all about waiting, interminable waiting, interspersed with wild spurts of frantic power walking navigating literally MILES of corridors to find yet another elusive gate. Why is it that my connecting gate is ALWAYS at the far end of the airport and WHY can’t they load a plane from the rear first.  This would have to  be faster. People take so much luggage on board nowadays and it takes them ages to shove and stuff and push it into the bins, swinging bags dangerously above the people below, while a hundred people wait behind them in the aisles to get past. And what happens to all those books that people lose as they travel? There are some very well read airport cleaners in this world. That is what I think.

But I finally made it back. Back to my safe little world. And my sheep. Oh my goodness. It was like leaving a bunch of cuddly fuzzy bears to go away for the weekend. And coming back to a bunch of clean and shiny, completely  foreign, pale aliens with surprised looks still on their faces,  grazing my paddocks. 

We can all recognise Hairy MacLairy, but Mia! Is that really Mia? The Moaning is what gave her away.  Today all the sheep will be put together as a flock for a few months. We need Hairy the summer guard sheep on board, so the lambs can go out the back in the day time and Mama can munch on the good grass. Breast feeding Mama’s need the best of food.

I will take you on a farmy walk this morning for tomorrow’s page so you can see for yourself.  But,  I got around everyone last night in the misty fading light and much to John’s relief all the animals are in good shape.

Also today, I shall call the swine herd and see about picking up Sheila the Babe.  He will be surprised to hear from me after our last conversation (see link above). I am not sure that he took me seriously!

Good Morning.  Seeing family is lovely. Coming home is lovely.  Back to work.

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