What is it with cats and hammocks? And the crossword.Clever cat.
When John pulled the Black Mariah out of the front doors of the crib at the Kelly Creek Barn, we needed the trailer to relocate the calves to their new quarters, with his truck. I bought the tractor around so we could pull THIS out the back doors.
A gorgeous old hay rack – a trailer to stack the hay on in the field. It had been parked in there for years and years. And you know that saying – one man’s bacon is another man’s steak or is it one man’s junk is another man’s gold or one man’s meat is another man’s poison or one man’s wife is another man’s chainsaw or whatever that saying is. As YOU know we have needed a hay rack for such a long time. This may have been obsolete to someone else, but to us it is wonderful. And it still rolls. So, John pulled it out of the crib and I towed it home. He will take it to the workshop and fix it up over the winter.
In the old days a glass of champagne (or four) while perched on the 3rd story windowsill of a Soho nightclub, in the heat of a London summer, dressed in ridulously high heels and silver thread, my friends shrieking with laughter at my dry New Zealand jokes- made me happy, now an old hay rack fills me with excitement. Who Knew.
Later we drove the three calves to their new fields where there are piles of delicious clovers and trees for shade. After they had sniffed about a bit I moved them into the big barn and settled them in their sleeping quarters. Queenie’s Bobby was feeling the stress as this is his first time sleeping without his Mum. So it is best they have a few quiet nights. Plus I do not trust the local dogs across there. I am seriously thinking about a guardian dog for that barn. We will see.
Queenie was bred again yesterday (the semen came from a bull called Beefeater- sigh) and The Lady Vet said she was looking very good and ready. So once again – fingers crossed.
Elise and I walked back from the Kelly Creek barn in the late afternoon and Ton had a swim on the way, in the Ditch that was a Creek that is now a River. I love it when the dogs can get to swim in the creek, it cleans them up and cools them off beautifully.
I hope you all have a lovely day.
Your friend on the farmy,
miss c
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30 responses to “To Kelly’s Creek Farm”
Beautiful Captures – one smart putty tat for sure 🙂 Happy Week on the Farmy!
Going from a wardrobe full of business suits and days spent juggling half million pound budgets to a wardrobe full of jeans and flannel shirts, steel toecap boots instead of heels, and managing a flock of chickens, a herd of sheep and a vegetable garden instead of a team. I hear you. I don’t miss the hot stuffy London nights, the noise, the smelly traffic, the crowds. I do miss the gathering of friends and the laughter over absolutely nothing, but in retrospect the laughter was a little desperate, born of stress. Here the laughing is less frenetic, and so is the life.
[written from my hols ‘break’] – oh Kate, I still have half a cupboard full of ‘power suits’ now far too small and a whole row of shoes with about 4 inch heels at the back of the cupboard: I sometimes look and then say ‘yesterday is a cancelled cheque . . .’!! I DO miss London and New York and . . . SO relate to the ‘third floor Soho’ . . 🙂 !!!
Aw, I’ve missed TonTon!
I guess we all grow up sometime. I know I no longer could do the late hours and “fun” I used to! I can’t say I miss the business attire, I much prefer the jeans and free t shirts, much to my step daughter’s chagrin. Just this past weekend I picked up a barely weaned goat doeling to keep my wether Otis company. He’s been so lonesome after we lost Ralph a while back. Let me tell you, she’s letting me know, in no uncertain terms, pretty much all the time that she misses her mum! It’s a big voice that little squirt has! Should’ve named her Queenie or Princess or Diva instead of Fanny, imperious little thing.
So much going on I had to read a weeks worth of posts tonight! Glad the book proof is do e. I can’t wait to read it Sweet dreams from Texas!
You jut continue to reap the benefits from that piece of property and barn. That hay rack will sure come in handy, too. I hope you’re wrong about the dogs. You’ve enough to worry about without adding some troublesome dogs to the list. Any chance you can talk to their owners before things get out of hand? I certainly hope so. Have a good morning, Celi.
Love the hayrack/cocktail story. We should make a book of those! So funny and true. Poor little Bobby without his mother. Separation can be so cruel and then…so liberating. Lovely late summer to everyone. Crosswords, hammocks, swims in the creek…doesn’t get any better.
I laughed at the contrasting picture between you in high heels etc and now delighting in the hay rack. I am exactly the same, and completely understand the thrill of discovering this ‘gold’. I’m always so happy when old things find a good home.