"It's an August", exclaimed Jorja, as the new day began.
Our Friday job was to go and help P-J on the farm. We opened up the chicken house doors, checked for eggs, changed the water by the pigs and then started feeding and replenishing the fodder mats. Then we moved up to the cows and sheep and the chicken wagon on the top of the hill and repeated it all.
Somewhere in between these phases, my boot filled up with 'fodder water' but because I couldn't be seen as a slacking farm hand, I kept going - squelching away one step at a time. I just hoped that I didn't have to run from a cow on a decline in a hurry because this water-logged boot was a hazard!
(Have I ever mentioned that when Ethan throws a tantrum - which he is more than willing to do these days given even half a chance - while he's wearing his farm boots, he looks like the cutest South African gumboot-dancer I've ever seen!)
Once the chores were done, we head back to the house for a shower and some breakfast. By now we could tell that our youngest farm hands were ready for a nap...
...which coincided perfectly with our trip to North Haverhill, New Hampshire. Turns out that making a few wrong turns on the Interstate a couple of days ago, meant that we were more familiar with the roads that we travelled on today, to go and fetch Ginger - the cow who misbehaved. One hundred and sixty two pieces (excluding heart, liver and kidneys) over 3 boxes!
The road trip was exactly the right thing to put us into weekend mode, even though tomorrow will be a 'normal' farm day!
Our Friday job was to go and help P-J on the farm. We opened up the chicken house doors, checked for eggs, changed the water by the pigs and then started feeding and replenishing the fodder mats. Then we moved up to the cows and sheep and the chicken wagon on the top of the hill and repeated it all.
Somewhere in between these phases, my boot filled up with 'fodder water' but because I couldn't be seen as a slacking farm hand, I kept going - squelching away one step at a time. I just hoped that I didn't have to run from a cow on a decline in a hurry because this water-logged boot was a hazard!
(Have I ever mentioned that when Ethan throws a tantrum - which he is more than willing to do these days given even half a chance - while he's wearing his farm boots, he looks like the cutest South African gumboot-dancer I've ever seen!)
Once the chores were done, we head back to the house for a shower and some breakfast. By now we could tell that our youngest farm hands were ready for a nap...
...which coincided perfectly with our trip to North Haverhill, New Hampshire. Turns out that making a few wrong turns on the Interstate a couple of days ago, meant that we were more familiar with the roads that we travelled on today, to go and fetch Ginger - the cow who misbehaved. One hundred and sixty two pieces (excluding heart, liver and kidneys) over 3 boxes!
Was Ethan crying or screaming with delight? Hard to tell in the photo.
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