The lovely tiredness that comes from good hard work

I am not used to working so hard anymore, my body has gone into winter mode but this brief respite from the cold  must not be wasted. So I shoveled the proverbial almost all day yesterday. A new pile of compost was started. And the others were turned over.  And any areas that might have had hay mixed in with the straw were wheel-barrowed straight out to the fields. One day I will get a manure spreader but they are OH so expensive.

The barn was overdue for a good clean up and tidy. In fact as a rule I do more house work in my barn than I do in my house. In old fashioned language instead of being described as a housekeeper I would be described as a barn keeper. Which has nothing to do with an inn keeper though I would not mind being one of those either. Anything but a house keeper actually.  A gate keeper is not an arduous job. I could do that one. But I digress.  A barn keeper I am. 

I found a little time in the late afternoon to walk out the dogs and the kinks in my back.

And see what we could see. Um. Nothing. Nothing to see here yesterday except some pretty impressive shadows. 

The Daily View. There was green grass under all that snow. Who knew.

Good morning. It seems that this warm interlude will last another two days, though the rain and snow that was promised are being slowly taken out of the forecast.

Today I shall finish pruning the grapes in between clearing out that one last big pen and freshening the chook house.  We are getting two eggs a day now, and one a day from the barn birds. All the animals are in the sacrifice fields, stomping about enjoying the warm.

Daisy still has access to her corner of the barn and had a lovely day watching me work. She takes her Mastoblast homeopathic medicine very well. I just cut a capsicum in quarters and pour the fluid in as though it were a spoon. She opens her mouth and eats the lot, spoon and all. This will keep her healthy while she transitions to once a day milking and hopefully bolster the two weak quarters.

Oh and when I was in the barn last night I heard a peacock call out. That loud Neil Neil sound. I have not heard a peep out of them since early last summer so that is an                 interesting change. Kupa’s tail is so long now that when he shifted position on a fence, as I walked past,  he managed to brush my face with his tail feathers.  They are not soft.

Have a lovely day.

celi