Farmy Time

This week at the Farmy is speeding by.

Our days are full of challenges that require problem-solving: escaped plonkers, wandering cows, moving forty-seven little chicks from the Black Mariah to a new dwelling in the barn, disposing of old eggs, feeding the chickens out in the field(!), and as you may know, waking a chicken from the dead.   If you haven't heard about that, you can read about it here.

Now, chickens are roosting, cows are quiet, pigs settled down, cats stopped meowing, peacocks are still, we don't hear any baa-ing, and dogs are asleep at Celi's feet.  Tima?  She's in her little Tima house.

My turn.  Time for bed.