WaiWai spends quite some time in fly season trying to get underneath his rags. I cover him with the last of his bed if I am around. Since he was burnt his skin is paper thin and he is is always happy when totally covered up. He grunts in a satisfied fashion and settles down into calm sleep when he has his covers on.
He really does look like a pile of old rags.
Finally the broken down fence along the concrete pad has been torn down and replaced. I desperately needed a gate in there so I could get the tractor in for cleaning.
Yesterday I made the inside enclosure for the ducklings in the Quack House and even with no ducklings in there it took me ages to get the ducks to go to bed last night. They would go in then see the new gate then turn and pop back out in horror.
It should not take them long. The ducklings will not enjoy being locked in but I am hoping that after a while they will become one flock and I can let them out in the care of the older ones. But we will see – I am just feeling my way slowly through this process.
Having an extra day on the farm is a gift. I will be able to complete lots of tasks today
So much for my drying out prediction. My friend told me we had four days without rain so far this May and yesterday was one of them. And April was just as bad.
Just for the record all the hay is ready to be cut. But John has decided to take over the hay this year so I am training myself not to be helpful. I think haylage/silage would be a good bet for this wet season. You only need s couple/three good dry days. Getting in dry hay is going to be difficult. But, as I said, I have to hold my peace to keep the peace. Though why women always have to be the peace makers is beyond me. I am in the rural Midwest, it is a different world for women down here. Poor old John got a stroppy immigrant for a wife.
In the fifties my first father in law went home to Holland to find a wife – who became my first husband’s mother. Lovely woman. He had been living in New Zealand, owned land by then but decided he did not like the New Zealand women – too lippy, too direct, ungovernable, argumentative and too often right. He wanted a quiet Dutch wife who cooked and gardened.