The mosh pit. A groupie got lost in the grid, trying to sneak in.The manager is looking stern from the lighting box.And here is the the sound guy, who came late and forgot his board, which wouldn’t make any difference to the sound anyway. It just sounds like a whole lot of hot chooks screeching whichever way you play it. Its just a chick band anyway, he says. The drummer is late. He has a tendency to sleep in. InTo the afternoon.
They were all screeching when I took these shots too. They are loud when they all get going! I wonder what they call themselves.
Yesterday I came back from my weekly shop to find an empty rat house paddock. The sheep were gone. My heart sunk. We looked everywhere for them. There were no gates open, no sign of an escape. No way could they have gotton out, but they were gone.
We tried banging on a bucket and calling them. They had to have run off because they are all gone. They would stay as a flock. Their call is Lambie and it goes a long way. So I banged on the bucket and called. And look who popped out of the root cellar.
I guess he had been practicing on his kettle drum and fell asleep. Drummers always have big feet. Have you noticed that?
Good morning! Today is dawning fine and cool. Another perfect day for the garden. I don’t know what the forecast is. I mustn’t be a real farmer because I seldom look to see. But it will be hot and good for the growing. The beans are up, did I tell you?
Oh, two good things I must tell you! Since the piggies lost their paddling pool and got a growling because of using it as a toilet, they have been trotting out into the field to do their business. I have not had to muck out their sty in days. Success. And Stinky the Second is proud to announce that she can fly up to the perch now and sleeps up there with her sisters every night instead of crying on the floor.
No-one has time to build an ark for them this summer so they will be re-assimilated into the big chook house flock again soon. Not as much fun but they are even bigger now. I will string some net across the top of the run to keep out hawks, and keep them in their small cage in there for a week, again, until the older chooks ignore them. Then released. They are flying over the sides of their small run now, so they have to go back in. Play time is over.
A diary date: If Daisy goes to term she is due to calve in exactly two weeks. Exciting!
Have a wonderful day. And if it is not going to be all wonderful, days seldom are, watch out for the wonderful moments, they will be there.