Oh, of course it has its ups and downs but today was a lovely life, with my hard working friends and badly behaved piglets.
At the table I asked what the favourite parts of their days were. Megan said it was feeding the baby cow and Hugo said (predictably) Mowing. I made my first batch of Crepe batter today – Hugo tested it – asked to see my recipe and adjusted the Litre of milk to a litre and then a little bit. But it passed the test! We have discovered that Megan likes to do the dishes more than she likes to Trim in the garden. Works for ME!
Look at my breakfast up above! We do have fun.
Only one turkey fell off the workbench today. Megan found it stuck behind the rubbish bin. They always look so confused. I am definitely going to make them a run – very soon. They cannot be unsupervised. Another one was stuck under a branch of the Spruce tree. Without Boo Pointing to it we would never have found it. He has an unusual affinity with the turkeys. (Considering his rather dubious history with small birds) He gets very upset when they are stuck in something. He peers in at the turkey, then back at me, then at the turkey, then back at me, his body adjusting to and fro. Making sure that I know that he has the lost one in his sights. TonTon is a big animal dog. Boo is the guardian of the birds.
Funny how it worked out that way. 
My happy Sheila. Back in her big field.
I hope you have a lovely day. I am glad you are a part of this lovely life.
Love Celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
33 responses to “A Lovely Life”
I’m glad you are part of my lovely day!
Linda
http://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com
You sound very happy today! It was time for one of those days
Dear Celi. How do you pronounce your name? Is it SEL-lee or SEE-lee or something else? Lots of love, GAY-yull. And I love being a part of your blogs and the Fellowship. Yeeee Haawwww!! Right good folks.
SEE-lee. Have a lovely day Gayle.. c
Maybe Boo, being the junior in this pack, has a natural affinity for the Little Guys. The babies, the birds. And I’ve always heard that turkeys are a breed remarkable for their being so unencumbered by genius; while the tales of their drowning because they look up in curiosity too long at the rain might be exaggerated/extrapolated apocrypha, they’re also said to stare at their own reflections as though at fascinating other birds, never mind falling off of benches and getting stuck going forward because it would never occur to them to back out of the situation. All of which makes me think that it’s a terrible shame the turkey was *not* adopted as the American national bird (as it’s been suggested was an option), being such a perfect reflection of American thought and action in many ways. And mine, of course.
But I shall expound on it no longer, as it’s my lunchtime and I want to find something to gobble. 😉
xo,
Kath
Those simple lovely life days are gold. I foresee crêpes on our menu soon 🙂 Our neighbour had a lovely turkey amongst her menagerie; personable and devotee of cheese biscuits, clever enough to know where to get them!
I am so happy and grateful to be part of this lovely life. Yeah, it’s sad that we humans think we are soooo superior to the animal kingdom, often forgetting we are part, an infinitesimal part, of the great chain of being.
Sheila looks exceptionally pretty today. Must be the happy factor and all that green grass. Glad you found all the wayward turkeys. My granddaughter enjoys making “art” with batter, too. Little things are the really big things in life.
Sheila does look so happy to be in the big field. She’s a gorgeous girl. Poor turkeys. I did see a documentry by a man who more or less lived with some wild turkeys that he hatched and then taught to be wild. He was very surprised by their behavior and the final good byes. It was on PBS (http://video.pbs.org/video/2168110328/), “My Life as a Turkey”.
Sheila looks quite small in the big field 🙂
Sheila looks like she slimmed down this summer.