And all the tractors are out in the fields planting as fast as they can. Literally twenty-four hours a day – I hear their motors all night long Their headlights criss crossing back and forth like fat noisy determined fireflies.
I began to write the text for this last night and of course I spoke too soon and it rained in the night – but not too much.
And then I awoke this morning and thought it was Saturday! So I lay in bed for twenty minutes thinking about things.
There is a chook who keeps turning the light on in the chook-house. She must settle down to sleep next to the switch.
It is a big house and only used for sleeping but the addition of the Australorps has brought the addition to the chook house up. I am adding part of the rat house into the chook house. My Chicago helpers are coming down to build the wall in a couple of weeks.
There is heaps of roosting space but the little chickens always begin on this old patio table. It is a nice height for learners.
Now I must away to milk the cow. I am going to be twenty minutes late all day.
And it is Tuesday. Not Saturday. Tuesday is delivery day. Twenty two dozen chook eggs and seven dozen duck eggs. Every week. The amount the birds make now covers the vastly reduced feed bill. Perfect.
Have a good day.
I don’t think it was much rain. I bet the machines will be back out in the fields this afternoon. And a tiny gap – maybe I could cut a light field of hay- get it dry by Saturday? What do you think.
I will be back!