WHAT A DAY

I am trying to get up even earlier nowadays to get the milking done before I go to work. And now I have been to work and it is sale day.

So I am popping in before I bag up or crate twelve pounds of asparagus – five pounds of rhubarb – fifteen dozen chicken eggs, seven bright white duck eggs and a partridge in a pear tree.

I am too tired to order that sentence so it actually will sing like the song but you get my drift.

Del is still recovering – still has a bad quarter. But she is milking nicely, eats well, chews her cud and has just started cleaning herself.

Their milk is in the purple fridge so I can watch it for twenty four hours and check out the color. Del’s is ready to drink as long as I milk her sad quarter separately. Which I do anyway.

Tia and her baby are just fine – Tia waltzes in to be milked and now I realize just how much bigger and taller than Del she is.

Ducklings and chicks are doing what they do, Molly has been trying out different places to sleep and has settled on the rat house. It is getting cooler again and we have rain on and off.

But otherwise the grass is growing and I am adjusting once again to a new schedule. And I have lots to sell this week.

And adjust I will. Nothing lasts for long.

Talk soon.

C