Last night – late – after a very long trip, Hugo arrived. All the way from Avignon in France. Just to hang out at the farmy for a few months.
He is still sleeping.
So today will be a bewildering day for him. The first day always is.
And tomorrow Pat arrives. Things are busying up again!
Harlequin was unwell yesterday morning but after a day of electrolyte and milk she perked right up by evening.
Her owners came to visit her and were way pleased with all the calves. And we can keep (Difficult) Bobbi too. As a gift.
The late summer weather is not hot. We are in such a mild spell. In fact since the rains stopped it has been a wonderful summer, weather wise. Though the garden has not produced as I had hoped. It is a dismal year for bottling actually. I lost the plot somewhere along the line. However we have produced enough produce to feed us for the summer and way into the winter without having to buy vegetables or butter, or chicken, or cheese, or milk, or eggs, etc.
Just when I think it is safe I see my mother reflected in the cabinet door.
Mrs Flowers chicks have been sold. I think the man might take them all. So when I take the chicks out I am going to slide Geraldine in. She is a great crier is our Geraldine and I am hoping that Mrs Flowers will accept her as a big chick. As fun as it is for Geraldine to lord it over the turkeys she really needs to hang out with Peafowl. She is still so tame that she will sit on my hand and watch me. Moving with me as I move about. Amanda did a great job of taming her. So it will be nice to have her in a space that I can go into again. 
I will watch closely and make sure she is ok up there. If in fact she is a she that is. But Mr Flowers won’t care for a few years.
I hope you have a lovely day,
We certainly are!
Your friend on the farm
celi
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34 responses to “Hanging out”
I didn’t see your mother’s reflection in the glass until I read what you said about her. She was beautiful… A warm welcome to Hugo… He will love the Farmy!
It’s good to see Sheila and Poppy together again. I wonder if Sheila appreciates the calmer Poppy. I’d forgotten about Geraldine, she’s obviously going to be a farmy character. That’s good news on the calves! We seem to have had our August in July again this year. It feels more fall-like than summer here, too.
Everything looks so lovely and peaceful on the farmy.
what a lovely post- love the photo of the two piggies getting a bit of a nap? Cheers!
Difficult is such a lovely gift. Those are the most beautiful clouds…just hanging there. So nice to look up and see that…
Gifting you Difficult Bobbi was a nice, gracious gesture… better than a Hallmark card 🙂
You see your lovely mother, occasionally I see my Mum but my memories of her are much younger. I now see my grandmothers, at the same age I am now as I remember them as a child. It’s nice. They never really leave us.
How did Hugo find you…..through WWOOF-ers? Welcome to Pat, we all envy you 🙂
Yes he is a wwoofer..
Daresay Hugo has surfaced by now 🙂 ! Oh he has much more than English tuition in the lovely Kiwi accent to which to accustom himself [love how the South Africans and the Kiwis speak the language: ‘Australian’ sounds somehow ‘lazy’ in comparison!] . . . . Have been to France many times and even visited Avignon – quite some differences in both nature and lifestyle twixt that and the Prairies methinks . . .
Hope hugo has a fun and productive time at the farmy. Celi, My mother died nineteen years ago but she visits me every day… in the mirror, a glass reflection or when I am baking, it is her hands I see in the bowl or stirring a pot!
I see my mum every time I look in a mirror (which is only when I clean my teeth!). How generous to give you Difficult Bobbi.
love,
ViV