Oo-Arr.
Tis the season...
I've got way more people wanting work than I can handle, but several of them have dropped off the face (temporarily, I'm assuming), so it's just about right.
Wednesday afternoon Tiffany asked for my help to trim the Chickens' wings, she got 4 done and calls it quits, finished one and hands it back to me just as my phone rings, bird is held against my chest with one hand, phone in the other. Its a customer I'm building a web site for. We managed a solid five minutes before the bird got impatient and noisy and I had to tell one of my customers:
"Could you hang on a sec? I have a chicken."
"WHAT?"
"Hang on." I put the phone down and put the chicken back in the cage. "Sorry about that."
He actually thought it was cool that we had chickens, but still.
Friday I carried the chicken cage out into the yard, let the goats out, and put the puppy fence at their door, so the chickens gould scratch and roam about a bit and I could keep an eye on the goats while they grazed, and made sure they didn't go after the fruit trees or the garden.
I messed up my back carrying the cage, so Saturday I was in a lot of pain, and my helping out was limited to picking up sticks with Keigan, the resident 8-year-old while Jerry & Mike dug post holes to rebuild the fence. Mike was out topless in the sun, and presented a fine view.
The pasture is still calf-deep clay mud, which grabs onto and tries to eat rubber boots. I'm hoping we can run the sticks though the shredder and use the mulch to help dry out the clay a bit, so the goats have a better place to live than the shed they're currently cooped up in. The chickens will be out there too eventually, though the coop needs work: A new floor and nest boxes.
Last night Mike & I were so stiff... My back hurt really bad, and the thought of standing in front of the stove for 20 minutes made me want to cry, so we went to the Mountain View Diner-Where we usually end up at when we're achy and in Gold Bar, though it used to be when we'd just finished kayaking. We got back from dinner, engaged in a lot of moaning and not much else.
This morning I was feeling better, though still not at 100%, despite being woke up by the household out in the yard playing Sepultura or something. I got more done today, vanquishing blackberries and helping Jerry disassemble the greenhouse so he can build it up for Bobbie to work in it without hurting her back.
Mike was back digging fence holes, or 'mining rocks' as he said, with the help of 13-year-old Trevon. He worked until his entire body seized up on him. I expect he'll be paying for this for quite awhile.
Bobbie cooked everyone a dinner of potatoes, turnips we'd dug up, chicken(no one we knew) and various other veggies followed by chocolate cake for Jerry's birthday.
Now I'm on to much less physically strenuous revenue-producing activity.
I've got way more people wanting work than I can handle, but several of them have dropped off the face (temporarily, I'm assuming), so it's just about right.
Wednesday afternoon Tiffany asked for my help to trim the Chickens' wings, she got 4 done and calls it quits, finished one and hands it back to me just as my phone rings, bird is held against my chest with one hand, phone in the other. Its a customer I'm building a web site for. We managed a solid five minutes before the bird got impatient and noisy and I had to tell one of my customers:
"Could you hang on a sec? I have a chicken."
"WHAT?"
"Hang on." I put the phone down and put the chicken back in the cage. "Sorry about that."
He actually thought it was cool that we had chickens, but still.
Friday I carried the chicken cage out into the yard, let the goats out, and put the puppy fence at their door, so the chickens gould scratch and roam about a bit and I could keep an eye on the goats while they grazed, and made sure they didn't go after the fruit trees or the garden.
I messed up my back carrying the cage, so Saturday I was in a lot of pain, and my helping out was limited to picking up sticks with Keigan, the resident 8-year-old while Jerry & Mike dug post holes to rebuild the fence. Mike was out topless in the sun, and presented a fine view.
The pasture is still calf-deep clay mud, which grabs onto and tries to eat rubber boots. I'm hoping we can run the sticks though the shredder and use the mulch to help dry out the clay a bit, so the goats have a better place to live than the shed they're currently cooped up in. The chickens will be out there too eventually, though the coop needs work: A new floor and nest boxes.
Last night Mike & I were so stiff... My back hurt really bad, and the thought of standing in front of the stove for 20 minutes made me want to cry, so we went to the Mountain View Diner-Where we usually end up at when we're achy and in Gold Bar, though it used to be when we'd just finished kayaking. We got back from dinner, engaged in a lot of moaning and not much else.
This morning I was feeling better, though still not at 100%, despite being woke up by the household out in the yard playing Sepultura or something. I got more done today, vanquishing blackberries and helping Jerry disassemble the greenhouse so he can build it up for Bobbie to work in it without hurting her back.
Mike was back digging fence holes, or 'mining rocks' as he said, with the help of 13-year-old Trevon. He worked until his entire body seized up on him. I expect he'll be paying for this for quite awhile.
Bobbie cooked everyone a dinner of potatoes, turnips we'd dug up, chicken(no one we knew) and various other veggies followed by chocolate cake for Jerry's birthday.
Now I'm on to much less physically strenuous revenue-producing activity.