Bill says we look like cult leaders with the chickens.
When we step out the door and they think there is food involved they mob us trying to be first to get a bite. Sometimes if we are not fast enough getting out of the house they come up to the door and wait. This handsome rooster is Carlos with his girlfriend Chickira, trying to hurry us along.
There was a bad Digby fishing boat accident during the windy day.
Part time work on the new bathroom has begun again and I believe an assistant will be part of the picture soon. Today the contractor worked on the plumbing and on levelling the floor which is terribly uneven.
Let me describe a day on the farm. This was Saturday. Leave the house at 8 o’clock. Drive to Upper Clements, well off the main track into a hilly combination of farms and forests. Pick up a truckload of firewood from a farmer whom we visited last year. Go to the winter market in Annapolis Royal and buy tarts, quiche, bread, beer, greens, cookies... Drop Shannon off at work. Come home and unload the truck with help from Zoe’s boyfriend. Have the quiche for lunch. Make a seafood chowder for dinner. Get back in the truck, drive to Annapolis Royal to pick up a rented wood splitter and then pick up Shannon from work. Position the splitter and then enjoy the seafood chowder, a glass of wine and a market tart for dessert. There is a full day and we loved it. Tomorrow we will actually do the splitting.
Still from Shannon’s Mom
Is she ever going home? you might ask.
Sandy
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