Every morning and evening I make milk for the calves. It is powdered milk. So once it is mixed I pour an equal amount into the bottles then top it up with warm water.
I find myself pouring the mixture into the bottles by sound. Pouring by sound. You can tell when each bottle is half filled by the sound the milk makes.
Hugo is working very hard cleaning up the grapevines, mowing, feeding and pulling the chicken and turkey tractors. Doing all the waters and in between playing with the dogs and the terrorist cats. The dogs are sleeping particularly well at night – quite worn out.
Tonight Hugo is cooking. This is an exercise in translating his grocery list from French to English. Plus if we can find all the ingredients it will be an exciting delicious French dinner. So today we will be going to the supermarket. He has already made his butter and gathered his eggs and is casting his eyes across the vegetables. Though just quietly I am not sure he is a vegetable kind of guy!
Pat has been working in the garden and keeping the dehydrator hard at work. We may have had a sad year in the garden but there is still lots of food out there.
Three of Pania’s four eggs hatched yesterday and these chicks look like they are going to be Blues like their mother. Not a piebald amongst them. All healthy and fit. We got them out of the barn in the nick of time too as the bad barn chickens scattered Pania’s replacement eggs when she was downstairs the other day. They are a bad lot those barn chickens. And I was worried about the cats.
The farm animals have all settled down after Poppy’s rampage through so many of the fences. I filled the wallow in her pen and she lay there and huffed at me for the day.
I hope you have a lovely day,
Love your friend on the farm
celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
38 responses to “Pouring by Sound”
I was surprised to see tall and blonde too. What an experience for all of you!
Come on, she is saying…it was just a little jaunt!!! TEE HEE!
Linda
http://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com
Elly taught me ttha when she was in France and staying with her adoptive French family, potatoes were counted as a vegetable and you had either potatoes or vegetables with the ‘meat’ of the day. How I would love to spend a day in your kitchen and at your table to share good food, friendship and fun.
The other thing I had difficulty with was eating salad at the end of the meal with cheese and coffee, rather than as a starter before main meal 🙂 Ditto your other comments. Laura
Laura, I think it depends on the area of France your are in, Elly was in Troyes and we didn’t have salad with the cheese course… I never saw so many different cheeses in one place, but not being able to tolerate dairy produce, I sat well away from them. eating was such a social event and I loved the whole experience each time I visited.
Grannymar, the warm trousers have arrived!! And they are a great fit. And your card is hilarious _ I am very tempted to hang it in the chook house! Thank you so very much!. c
I thought you were about the same size as me. Glad they fit and hope it is many months before you need to wear them. The card seemed perfect for your chooks! Tonight I will close my laptop and Elly will do the reading and the odd comment from me until I am allowed to sit upright again… I am hoping it will not be too long.
I am still laughing at the card!! Good luck!
Who knew chickens could be such hooligans!
chickens can be very very naughty….and I can hear Poppy huffing all the way here….she is a character!
Well, Poppy will just have to farrow again ASAP. Those piggies calmed her right down.
Hmmm . . . . I did not quite expect tall, blond eye-candy either! Hope you had a great dinner and you better not translate and embarrass the poor guy 🙂 !
Ditto!
Looking forward to hearing about dinner and I bet Hugo becomes a vegetable fanatic by the time he leaves you!
Goodness, if it’s not one critter causing trouble, it’s another! You need more eyes around there–or a camera set-up like security in a department store to keep an eye on everyone.