When I first dreamed of having peacocks, this was the scene I saw in the sleepy eye of my mind. Kupa up on a fence surveying the farmy. His colours flashing but somehow blending with the surroundings. A tail like a collection of impossibly precious emerald brooches draped so casually across the rustic fence. Kupa has the most fantastic neon plumage, from his demure petticoats to the tail that grows longer daily. He is first up in the morning, and getting wonderfully tame.
He is an anachronism and at the same time perfectly at home in this location. Though the sight of him scoffing pig food in the pig sty is still a little unsettling.
Minty is learning to share. 
Though in the late afternoon she still likes to wait for her milk up on the verandah with the cats. 
Good morning. Daisy is standing on the North side of the barn this morning, with an udder filled to bursting, it seems to me, just chewing her cud watching the sheep mill about looking for breakfast.
So we will wait some more. There is a lot of waiting in farming. It is like making a movie. Setting the scene takes longer than shooting it.
The Old Codger had a lovely day for a drive yesterday and enjoyed showing the therapy people around his expectant home. Now we wait to see what they recommend. The sun was shining, it was warm without the heat and a perfect day for an outing for him. He has been at the retirement home undergoing his therapy for almost four months. He has not been in a car for that long, or outside for more than a few minutes. He needs some sun! Unless you are an owl you need some sun.
Here is the beginning of this saga if you need to have a catch up. The Old Codger is lucky to have a lovely involved daughter, however she lives far, far away so I physically stand in for her. Hopefully between us we can get him home soon.
Everyone needs an old person. Paid or unpaid. Related or unrelated. Welcome or not. If we all simply took on the responsibility for one old person, then the retirement homes would not be so bursting with residents. But keep in mind. None of these old people think they are old! Nor do they realise that they need you. So be subtle.
Have a lovely day. It is cooler and cloudier this morning but I am not going to mention the R word. Lets just surreptitiously cross our fingers in our pockets and hope the clouds continue to darken. It is a perfect day for working in the barn and staying close to that vastly pregnant heifer! Though Daisy will probably just hang her huge head over the gate and watch me all day. Chewing, chewing, chewing. Waiting, waiting, waiting. Watching the crew build the set.
But sshh, no looking at the Star!
celi
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87 responses to “The Sleepy Eye of my Mind”
The lambs are getting so big! Have a Great Day:)
They sure are! growing like weeds! c
Waiting all for the right things my friend – sharing, a baby 😀
A beautiful film!
Cheers
Choc Chip Uru
morning chip, indeed.. it is the waiting thaT is hard.. c
Love this: especially, “everyone needs an old person”. I am very lucky: I have been handed three wonderful old people for my everyday life and they fill it with joy and a security and wisdom which enrich the days.
You are lucky Kate.. imagine a life without an elder .. awful.. c
Old people are wonders of nature and provide us insight to the path ahead. I remember my son running to me as we were camping. He grabbed my finger and pulled me around to where an old man was working on a tractor. His face lit up as he exclaimed, “There’s even a grandpa here!” What a find.
Brilliant. What a bright boy and don’t you love it when they grab your finger because your hand is too big but they know the hand will come with the finger!! c
I remember the therapist visits. They changed a few things around here and left recommendations for a few more. I put everything back and ignored the rest. My situation, of course, was far different from your friend’s and, right or wrong, I viewed their suggestions as “giving in” on my part and I wasn’t about to do that. Looking back, I now realize how incredibly lucky I was. I hope there’s enough good luck left in the universe so that your friend can be at home, sleeping in his own bed, real soon.
that is interesting, because I think he sees it the same way.. he is going back to the house he has lived in pretty much all his life.. what harm could there be for him.. anyway.. we will see and thank you for your insights, having never been in this position i need the info.. c
Thanks for the “catch up” link. I didn’t know what had happened. Glad he had a good day and visit home. 🙂 Kupa is quite a perfect fit.
I love the way you care not just for your plants and animals, but also for the old people. I just found a marvellous item in the newspaper headed up ‘Old smell nicer’. Experiments have shown that humans, who can read information about others from their scent, prefer the scent of old people to younger ones. Maybe the animals pick this up too. Kupa is gorgeous, by the way. I wonder if your dream in the sleepy eye of your mind included the sound of him? (ha ha)
It was so very artistic of Kupa to pose in front of the aqua vintage vehicle…and for your keen eye to capture it for us. Very nice indeed. 😉
I love the photo of the cat and the lamb! So true about old people!
You’re such a kind soul. I love how there’s a place that Kupa complements so well. Such a colorful scene.