25th September, 2018 Tuesday
Its a lovely day. And its late afternoon. I felt a charge to get some other things done this morning earlier. And now I write.
The dreams were there last night but I cannot grasp them enough to put them here.
The summer rhythms of the family are shifting. Harvest time means Veggie Farm does not need weeding so SIL is off next Monday to count the trees in Coastal Forests for several days of the weeks in October. The roaster chickens go to Harvest starting tomorrow for the next few days and will be gone entirely by Saturday. No more chickens in the Field.
The flock of Five Laying Lady Hens and their attendant Guardian Geese are staying and need a winter house and pen. And the Flock of Five are going to be the Magnificent Seven because there is a very friendly hen who follows my daughter when she goes to feed and my daughter being my daughter has bonded with this lady bird and wants to integrate her in the Fock of Five. But chicken etiquette requires that the sixth chicken as she was not part of the original batch must have a friend come with her, so there you have chicken number seven.
We are to build a house for them and take up some of the dogs’ front yard. My Husband is usually the builder but he has so many other tasks on the endless Honey Do, you know that list. That List which keeps on growing.
Husband is one of those who can absolutely fix it all but needs to have his workshop going in order to provide the fixing. He was the last to arrive here as we all depended on his taking care of what was left to do about the move. And then he had a hernia which needed a doctor’s scalpel.
But all of that’s behind us now and we are all delighted that he is able to be our help once again.
But building the chicken house will take longer than he has before the weather will demand the chickens be inside their house. So we are looking at a kit.
But of course there is the need to level ground before the house can be on it. There is a lot to do.
Its all about the learning curve of how you prepare for winter with animals who live outside in Oregonian winter.
Oh my my my, my mouth is watering for the coming moment of Donald Trump’s demise. Oh please, lets topple the man who’s toppling all that’s good and kind here in America.
A neighbor who has a bed and breakfast just up the street came by to offer an invitation to a garden party. How great. Its this Saturday. He rode his little tractor trailing a five gallon bucket of her Pinot Gris Grapes.
He’d heard me screaming bloody murder earlier today. I had let The Wizard and the Zoi out just before I hear the hum of the lawn crew’s mighty engines.
SHIT!!! And sure enough as I fly out the door I see they are weed whacking and have the gate wide open to the driveway, Well, Zoi and Wizard hadn’t fled the yard and I started yelling for them to come. Really? Yes, Adrenalin erased all my knowledge about how you never yell at sighthounds a demand as they will run the other way.
So making sure the yard crew closes all the gates and takes their mighty engines on the other side of fence, I try to get the Zoi. She so enjoyed the game of “you can’t catch me” she decided we were playing. OH SHIT!!! I trudge back in the house to find a bag of treats and scream to the rafters how mad I am at me for not thinking more about why the dogs wanted to be let out. They knew the lawn crew was here, maybe they would like to play.
Harpo took to winging it across the house and landed on the mud room gate
So I grab a bag of Super Treats and race back out the door. And sure enough as soon as they heard the bag rattle Wizard flew inside the open door right past me followed shortly by the Zoi.
Well, our B&B Neighbor heard all of this as he was picking his Pinot Gris Grapes and decided to come see if Husband had wreaked havoc on me. Ha!!!
We had a laugh and he said, “Girl, you’ve got a set of lungs!” I said, “Oh yes, its part of being an actor and a singer.”
The lawn crew were so relieved to see me being normal and laughing about why I had been so loud. They understood.
One of them said, “Ya, I know, your dogs are like your children.” Yup
Ta.
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