Today, I methodically finished some work that needed to be done, then struggled the rest of the afternoon through another task I’d been putting off for too long, but the day ended well when AT and the boys found the Time Out Deli unexpectedly closed, and since I’m used to cooking for a small army anyway, they came on by for dinner.
The boys are so precious: MastaG right at the precipice of “tweendom,” Pigpen an easily-pleased little angel. Gamma (master babysitter that she is) scoops him up to cuddle, while Delta goes about showing MastaG that not all girls are girly, and can play in the mud with the best of the boys. “Mud” is putting it politely, as they were digging in the chicken coop again. Next time, I’m going to offer them cash to carry the “mud” from the chicken coop over to the tomato bed in my garden.
Naturally, with the kids in the coop, the chickens wandered all over the yard. Pigpen squealed with glee when the little red hen flew up to the table, ready to scarf up the remains of of their supper.
No matter how challenging any list of tasks, when it closes with friends and family, it’s a good day.
This paints a great picture. Thanks.
Yeah, I think the kids would darn near move into the chicken coop.
I have a hog barn (farrowing house) that is much bigger than a chicken coop. Think they would like it better than to be cooped up?
Jacket, if you have a new litter of piglets, I do happen to know that they (at least MY kids) would absolutely love a field trip to your hog barn.
The farmhand at Grandma’s had a new litter, but we didn’t get a chance to go play with them. Piglets are just about as much fun as puppies, but messier.
The most important things in life, friends and family. They bring joy, sorrow and most of all love. I am so glad I have made such good friends over the past year.
Sorry NM, hogs have been gone about 20 years. They did put me through college though, and did taste good at college. The work it takes to run a hog farm is not worth the trouble anymore. However, about six good runs on a fence, and cleaning the silly thing out and I could be back in business.
Birthin’ pigs in January in the middle of the night just really aint my cup of tea though.
Hog farming is like the egg not being worth the wear and tear on the hen’s a…