Sorry for the missed week. Our internet has been so bad it’s been basically impossible to do anything online. Sometimes, I say that as hyperbole. This time, I’m not. And there’s been a lot happening!
First, work at the dairy is done for the season. Well, except for a herd work day (tomorrow), to which I’ve been invited. I’m looking forward to that. Anyway, when they told me the season was over, they said they’d like for me to come back next year. I’d really like to do that again, so I’m seeing what I need to do to make that work. I’m still really excited about that and they told me this past weekend, so I’ve had plenty of time to get used to the idea. The picture is actually from a “production walk” that the leasing farm gave for the vegetable side of things…not a part of the farm where I usually work, but still really pretty.
Second, we’ve made good progress on the parts of the yard we intended to seed this fall. The front is growing really well. This picture is pretty old – it’s probably about this big in the back now. It’s spotty (I’m apparently not that good at seeding evenly…shocking!), but it’ll hold the soil in place, so that’s good. The back is a couple of weeks behind because I was waiting for another rainfall and hoping to get another really good deal on hay. Missed out on the hay, but there was a week where it rained pretty much every day, so the seeds got a really good start, though some of them did wash away.
Third, as we’re closing in on the pigs leaving us to become bacon and ham and roast and…yum. Anyway, I know I’ve taken Whiskey into the pig pen more often than Rhythm, but I didn’t realize how much more until I had them both in with me while I was trying to adjust fences. While Whiskey thought the pigs were fun, big dog things, Rhythm thought they were scary. When they turned to look at Whiskey, he dashed away with his tail up, as if to say, “I dare you to come and get me!” While Rhythm tucked her tail and scuttled away as if she thought they were actually fast enough to catch her. The funny thing is, she’s usually the bolder of the two of them.