Doors to the chook house can get left open (probably by me actually) ..
and doors to the mind can get left open too. 
And my international visitor is teaching me ever so gently that language is just another door that needs to be left open. Sign language and mime are powerful tools. 
Today is Berit’s last day. He said to tell you that he is going to misss the farmy a lot. He meant it too. But family commitments draw him back home to Colorado. That is after one more hard day fencing! He will be deeply missed. Let’s hope he comes back one day.
Calves hate flies. They look like cow pimples. Everyone hates cow pimples.
Daisy is still doing well down the back. Everybody else is loitering. I could not believe how much energy I had yesterday without having to drag that chicken ark across the field four times a day. Sheila my big fat pig is enjoying the extra attention. Often when Sheila is standing in the field I lie my body on her. So I am thinking that tomorrow I might see if she will let me ride her. It will be an interesting experiment. Don’t you think. Shall I ride my pig into town? Would people think I was odd?
More fencing tomorrow.
I hope you all have a lovely day.
Your friend on the farmy
miss c
The Kitchen's Garden 
38 responses to “Doors”
Ha ha – you’d better get out your cowgirl hat. I wonder if Sheila will buck like a bronco in a rodeo 😉
If you succeed in riding on Sheila’s back. We want the evidence. One great big photo. Think of t-shirts and Celi will find a way! 😉
I do hope Grace is going to be manning the video camera 🙂 Gorgeous Garlic and Fat healthy calves too! Laura
Am I really the first to comment?? If so, that is a first Cinders! I can’t believe my luck! Hah! Yes, yes put a little harness on Sheila and your cowgirl boots and off to town you go! Of course they wouldn’t think you odd at all! 🙂
Berit…good luck to you in your travels back home, although your visit to the Farmy was short, I’m sure it was sweet! And Grace, your braiding is beautiful!
Good luck with riding Sheila! That’s quite a thought :*)
That hen is so pretty with her intense reds and white. And the eggs look just as you expected. Where did those children come from?
The childen stay in the daytimes with the tenant across the way. She has streams of children ! wonderful.. c
Ah, so I wasn’t the first after all…but 4th isn’t bad!
Now why on earth would anyone think that you were odd?
Riding a Sheila into town could become the normal mode of transport and if the townsfolk already know you, they will take this happening as being perfectly logical
Mind you they might also call the men in white coats.
Ah the stories your young friend from Korea will have to tell. 🙂
I was terribly interested yesterday in your post about how many hours you have gotten back in your day now that Daisy is dried up and the meat chickens are gone. It makes me fully aware that farming/ranching is not a hobby, but a full time job!
To paraphrase the old nursery rhyme: higgledy piggledy, ride a fat pig, home again, home again jiggety jig. Sorry Celie!
Wish Berit all the best from this farmy fellowship devotee. Anyone who gives Celie a bit of a rest is top of my hit parade.
Make sure your helper has a camera please!
We shall miss you Berit but thank you for helping miss c
Oh please stick camera house in someone’s hands is you get to ride Sheila! 😀
Please have someone take a picture, PLEASE! No, you are not odd at all. Just in tune with your animals. 🙂
So nice you have some time!!! Enjoy!!! xo