Sunday lunch is our favourite meal. Yesterday we were joined by Kim who drove up from Texas for a few weeks. So we delved into my new book and cooked empanadas, domino potatoes, and later in the evening we made butter to go with our Chapa Bread.
Oh Life is good.
Not our Hop and Pop Poppy. (Drinking from her new spigot).
We tried to get Tima to lie down so we could trim her nails but she was having none of it.
The goats talked their way into the barn. They are always so quiet in the barn.
Unlike Mr Flowers who spent hours chasing Godot until they were both heaving exhausted. They were flying back and forth, back and forth between the rafters up in the Gods of the barn. Then Mr Flowers walked into the Peacock Palace to rest, so I dropped what I was doing and raced up the ladder to shut him in there. They will kill each other in this heat with that behaviour PLUS Mr Flowers has been seen eating the Flowers of the zucchini plants. THE FLOWERS! So, he can cool his heels in The Palace for a while.
Herding chickens is like herding cats.
I realised today that I have always had trouble telling clockwise from anti clockwise. And I can never remember which tap is the hot tap or the cold tap without looking for the letters or colours on the top of the tap. I always check to make sure where reverse is on the gear stick before putting the car in gear. Though I intuitively know which way an animal will turn and hear the sounds of trouble in the yard before anyone else and can smell if an animal is in distress. I still cannot remember whether the switch up is on or off. Aren’t people funny.
I hope you have a lovely day.
Your friend on the farm