I’m back at the farm, and back to blogging. This is what I arrived to:
A gate at the bottom of our driveway. Austin had mentioned it in an email, but I forgot and it was a shock. The gate is completely effective at keeping our dogs from bothering the neighbor kids on their way to school. It is also a complete nuisance when you need to go anywhere by vehicle. Ugh. The lovely cardboard hanging beside the gate is a sign saying “NO LIVE BIRDS — CHICKS AVAILABLE” We get a car or two at the bottom of the driveway every day hooting to ask about roosters – even with this sign.
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I don’t have much more to say. I’m pooped! I cleverly executed the Fijian grandparent maneuver and brought one of my grandchildren home: Victor, who is almost 9. That leads to two little blog-notes about insects:
Mozzies. (who knew young Canadian blood was so sweet to mosquitoes? The rest of us weren’t being bitten.)
Bees. Our bee guy brought a dozen students here to learn about bee-keeping, and the little person in the back is Victor in Granddaddy’s extra bee suit. Highlight of his day was getting to use the “smoke gun” to “paralyze them”
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We had a hen that was crazy because Austin stole her eggs from the bush, so she came in our kitchen and tried to set on a 30-egg tray on the counter. And we have a whole family of crooked-necked ducks still to be documented. So much excitement at the farm!
It was pretty exciting in Canada, too.
Funny white stuff.
Unusable clothes lines.
And my First-Ever experience of “poutine” !!!
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Happy week, Everybody!
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