At least that’s what this picture looks like!
Of both my worlds. A little of both my worlds. Don’t we all live with our feet in more than one camp – that is life right?
Last night I thought I would begin the training to get the young ducks in the Quack House with the old ducks and with very little herding they all just walked in.
Now there’s a deep subject. Weather Gods let us get one cut of hay in, then last night it rained onto the second cut while watering in the oats and corn.
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.
Yes, that is all that is in my head.
I have run all kinds of scenarios through my head this season – trying to come up with a solution for the tweeny ducklings so they could have shelter and a run. It was not going to work putting them in with the big…
Once again – huge punishing storms in the night. So much rain again. But (and I have written this sentence three times as it sounds so naievely optimistic). I think the weather might be settling soon. The last few days we have had longer…
I have been waiting for the weather to settle down before putting Molly’s Eight out into the field – apparently it is not going to settle. So out they went yesterday.
When we were kids and living on Westshore beach in New Zealand we were often late to school. Especially when we had to wait for the littlies who we had to escort to school.