Every thing in its proper place

This time of year, as we gear up for the busy season, everything is re-placed in its proper place, House AND Barn and woe betide anyone who borrows something and does not return it.  I work alone  – so that would be ME whose Woes will be Beti-ded. And the house is small so everything needs a place to live.  So this last week and the  next will be all about putting everything in its proper place (and a lot of shovelling winter manure into its proper place).

Because I do not have time to be searching for a hammer or eye drops or my knife.  Or my clothes for the morning or some toilet paper. Or the grater. Gentle controlled speed is coming.

And the proper place for a goat is not on a box next to her light. I have remedied that situation.

In fact. Life is a lot easier when things are where they are meant to be. Plus I do think that our minds are easier when our rooms are tidy. And believe me I can be the messiest person in the world – I have to work hard at putting everything back where it belongs.

Yesterday (because John was home) I got him to help me place Sheila (and Poppy’s) new hut in its final position up against the barn. This way I can secure it firmly before the spring winds (they are coming). It will be perfect in a few weeks when it is warm (it is on the shady side) but we are still chilly (every night dropping below freezing) so I have left Sheila a big bed in the sun.

Talking of pigs I let Tima and Tane the kune kune pigs out the back yesterday so they could search for greens.  They were having such a nice time  and being so slow about it that I left them out there with TonTon and Boo and I went to hang another load of clothes on the line to dry. I was pegging out towels when all of a sudden Boo stood and raced out into the field behind me. I turned to see Tima and Tane,  followed by a frantic TonTon, steaming at full speed across the empty fields.  Boo shot like a speeding  submarine straight at them – on a course to head them off. I called out to Tima and without breaking her stride she turned like a pea class sailing boat tacking against the wind and ran back at full short legged pig speed straight for me, dragging little Tane in her wake.

Poor wee fellas headed straight for the bucket of water under the tap and then meekly followed me back to their paddock.  I don’t know where they thought they were going. But they slept deeply the rest of the afternoon. 

I have to sneak up on the goat kids to get a shot like this. They are like pigs – always on the alert.  You have to double over and change your profile and walk weirdly- and momentarily confused, they do not recognise you as YOU (read food)  and leap to their feet. 

I hope you have a lovely day.

Your friend on the farmy,

celi