I watched myself crop an image to extract an empty feed bag that had blown into a corner of the barn and felt dishonest. I tidy with the crop tool!. I just did not have the energy to pick up and dispose of the feed bag. I will soon – maybe today but there is a pile of them in the shed and if I pick up one I will have to pick up them all and now there are so many – what do you do. It is funny the things that can overwhelm a person. The ugly bits get to me.
On Instagram yesterday I posted a picture of the fly paper in the milking shed – it is about a foot wide, bright yellow like a banana, you pull a little down from the roll each day to reveal a new sticky surface and within minutes it is full of murdered flies. Buzzing. It is so ugly – I cannot tell you how ugly. But being hit in the face with flies when you enter the barn is uglier. But I wish I could hide it.
It is hot and wet, everything is wet. Even the washing on the line will not dry now.
And these cows want to stand under the trees and quietly shit and piss and stomp about in it to cool their heels, everywhere under the trees is a mire. The mud is terrible. At night when it is cooler I lock them out into the fields. One of the Frenchboy’s last jobs is to give this area its weekly clean with the tractor but it will be hot hard heavy work and they are tired now. Ready to go home. And the cows will not appreciate it.
Look at Alex and her baby lying in the mud – happy.
I took these shots of the inside of the barn before I cleaned after the milking and before the cleaning. Usually I take images that show it clean and dry but today we are seeing the ugly bits before they are all tidied up. And nothing dries at the moment – especially not the waiting room and the milking area and the corridors that are cleaned twice daily.
Every door and window is open too try and catch a small breeze both for drying the floors and keeping the barn ventilated for the pigs and the peacocks up in the rafters. The pigs have outside areas too but prefer to lay about inside – too hot outside.
Today is the last work day of The Frenchmen. Although they are not asked to work in the heat of the day – we work until 9.00am on the hard outside jobs then have breakfast and the work from then on is in the barn or in the shade, then at lunch time they go to siesta until late afternoon. But I feel they are looking forward to finishing. They want to be sitting inside too – playing with the baby – or just turning up for meals. Being a visitor on the farm is great actually. It extends the farm family. But the last few weeks there has only been us three working and they are tired now. Wearing down. But they have worked so hard for weeks and now it really is time to relax for them.
And the dinner visitors leave the day after the woofers so it will be very quiet for a few days. Then in the middle of next week even more visitors come – with another, even younger, baby. These visitors are from my own family – flying in from New Zealand. It will be lovely. And they are more farm oriented.
My next wave of workers starts in early August – the 10th I think. I need to check the book.
The tomatoes are just beginning and if my luck holds I will be picking and preserving tomatoes for the next few months.
Enough chatting – time for work!
I hope you have a lovely day,
My instagram handle is cecilia_bwg. It is a perfect complement to the daily blog. I am loving it. This is where all the breaking news goes. And sometimes even video. It is becoming an extension of the blog, though I have allowed myself to take images of the surrounding area as I puddle to and fro. Instagram is not just for the farm. I have the settings arranged so that every time you ‘like’ an Instagram photo it lights up my phone with your name. (No buzz or ding just the light) So your contact follows me out into the barns. The blog for me is computer based so reading and answering your wonderful comments is for siesta time curled up in my chair for an hour after lunch – just you and me. Instagram is different and just for fun.
And thank you for your comments here at the farmy – you are my constant companions. I still miss ViV, don’t you?