Tiny little blip things happened here on the farm yesterday. Things that have no impact on the world like the ones we read about in the news. But there you are. We live on if we are given the chance. And our lives by their very nature are small which is a good thing. I am glad of it. Glad not to be news.
I lost the card on my camera, yesterday. The little card which comes in and out of the camera every day that I put it in the computer to be read and it is never lost, but it is lost. So these images are on my phone.
I did so many dumb things yesterday but will report only two lest you spill your coffee trying to drink and laugh at me at the same time.
I carry two buckets of feed out to the pigs but can only empty one at a time (the big feeder pigs have a sole purpose in life of practising the perfect shove, the one that will topple me and their feed) so carrying two buckets of feed in there would be silly – I place the second bucket up high in the corridor paddock, out of the way of the parade of pigs and dogs and cats and calf who follow me everywhere and the feeder pigs who are squawling and smashing stuff trying to get to the feed.
Yesterday, I went to put a bucket of warm pig porridge (their feed soaked in warm milk) on top of the fence post. I do this every day four times a day. So, holding the one bucket in my left hand above the noses of the noisies, I lift the other bucket, in my right hand, far above me and place it on a high fence post. The Brown Bobby and Tima and Tane watch me doing this excitedly because they too are after that bucket. I choose a high fence post so the Bobby cannot reach the food, he would (and has) knocked it off to share with and Tima and Tane, his room-mates.
Of course I am lifting the bucket with the handle so i need to get the heavy pail far above the wide telegraph pole fence post before placing the bucket of warm mash on it’s level surface to wait. Let me remind you again that I do this often, it is a well practised precise swing up and onto the post. Perfectly timed over the years, The swing of its weight, the step, stretch the body up, the slight push and down. It is heavy too by the way. Yet, yesterday, the handle swung too far, the bucket was a little too full, it slid sideways, balanced, lost its balance then clipped the poll, instead of going above it the bucket tipped like the tiny little teapot short and stout. Spilling, cascading really. Feed going everywhere. And as I was reaching up with my mouth slightly open in concentration, and the top of the pole was up above my head – I got a mouth full of lovely porridge (very tasty by the way) and then (with no spare hand to stop it) the mouth of the bucket tipped right down and mush poured warm and slowly soppy cascading down my face and my neck and inside my clothing, running muckily down my body even reaching my legs and into my boot. Sigh. Tima and Tane squealing in delight.
With one full bucket and one half full bucket I scuttled sideways away from my adoring fans, the big pigs clammering and screaming trying to climb the fence to get at the feed seeing my retreat in horror. Still holding my two buckets I leapt up onto the corner of the wobbly tin shack to regroup.
I was only halfway through the chores so there was nothing for it. I wiped my face off as best I could and continued. The bucket was lighter now and easy to swing back onto the fence post. I carried on. Slopping my way through the rest of the afternoons work as my milky porridgy clothes cooled into wet cold.
Later I took all my clothes off and put them in the washing machine, checking the pockets as I went, taking out knives and screwdrivers and caps and clasps and clips and scissors and string and no money. Into the washing machine they went and it was a good thirty minutes before I realised that I had not checked the top pocket where my iphone lives.
I rushed into the basement and stopped the wash and got the newly washed and rinsed and well-spun phone in its easy to see red case out from the bottom of the machine.
It was still working. Blinking sadly to me. I took off the case and blow dried all the apertures (on cold), rested it standing up and waited for the boom to drop.
Yet, it is still working this morning. Fingers crossed.
I hope you have a lovely day.
WEATHER. Wet and warm.
Thursday 11/02 70% / 0.04 in
Cloudy with light rain developing this afternoon. Thunder possible. High 58F/14C. Winds N at 5 to 10 mph. Chance of rain 70%.
Thursday Night 11/02 60% / 0.02 in
Rain showers this evening with clearing overnight. Low 39F/3C. Winds N at 10 to 15 mph. Chance of rain 60%.
7:25 am 5:47 pm
Waxing Gibbous, 96% visible 5:19 pm 5:18 am