putting the chickens to bed
We raised the fencing around a wonderful patch that could be a stunning vegetable garden if only the chickens would stay out of it, I sat at the table in the kitchen and watched the white chicken hop into the garden where we are raising the fence, I hope she got in over one of the sections we have not yet raised, if not, then our efforts are clearly being wasted and it's time for her to become Sunday's lunch. Some of the trees are going into that patch as well, it's mostly river sand and is the only part of the farm that's easy to dig.
our chicken proof veggie patch, or wishful thinking!
Lizelle and Kevin went off shopping, to fetch the trees from the nursery and to pick up Sean coming back from his stay in Cape Town. So had the farm to myself again but could think of no mischief to get up to while the cats were away, thinking of cats, Blackie caught his first rat out in the field today, just a small one but she had no idea what to do with it, she dropped it and picked it up a few times then left it to go looking for more agile game to chase, I think the poor thing is going to die from shock, the rat not the dog.
the camper has parked in some stunning places
after a wonderful sunny day, comes an awesome sunset
Now I know you guys are sick of sunset pics, but I just had to add some from tonight for you to enjoy. I finished last nights meaty stew and decided to spoil the dogs and added half of it to their dinner bowls, they lapped it up as though they hadn't eaten for a week. Had a very boring evening, cleaned up, washed the dishes, fed the dogs, closed in the chickens, all very domesticated. I'm trying to read through the earthbag book but it is slow going.
I'm still thinking like a Joburger and wonder how long it will take before I can get rid of city habits and become a farmer, it's so ingrained I don't know I'm following the pattern until I stop to analize why I do something, like feel guilty if I'm not out of bed by 7am or have the dishes washed before going to sleep or need to put in a full days work, or call work, work and play, play instead of treating everything I do as a lifestyle.
Well the four dogs are snoring away here so I think I'll take my thoughts off to bed and join them and not think about things too much. I'm starting to get very hot, I can tell you that much and I'm down to the boob tube most days, won't be long before I'm in the bikini, will have to get the tent site sorted soon so I'll be able to sleep outside again. Lorraine and I never did finalise when we were likely to get dew in the morning, something to do with temperature and wind patterns we decided, maybe I'll be able to suss it out here, easier to figure out if I'm in one place for a long enough time, will have to keep accurate weather details though to work out when I'm likely to wake up sopping wet.
Night guys, cuddle up.
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