Farm-sitting, Day 2

It's raining eggs at Beech Hill Farm....

This morning's output. I need recipes to make things out of eggs that don't taste like eggs. 

Three things that hit you first about farms:

1.  There's a lot of dirt

2.  There's a lot of smell

3.  The ground's not level

Altogether sort of funky exotic.  On thinking, I can't imagine what it was like to be a pioneer farmer.  Dealing with all the dirt when you have to get water from streams and wells.  Plus, no air conditioning.

Hen House Coop.  The thing about feeding, watering and rounding up chickens to go back to the coops is you start feeling responsible for them.  Eggs, not so much, but the chickens are vulnerable to some unwelcome critters.  So you have to put them to bed and lock the door.  I have to say all the fluttering, chirping and "buck-buck-baah-ing" is endearing, even while we're stepping in mud and chick poop.

"Foo-foo" Shelties, Skipper and Kota, visit Beech Hill Farm.  It's great not to worry whether their barking bothers the neighbors.  The boys seem to know we don't care, because they're not barking any more.  (Skipper just threw up some grass.)

Riding John Deere.  Barry about to check his sister's farm up some rough terrain. 

Electrocuted.  Not the miniature horse.  Me.  I petted him and didn't realize the fence was "hot."  I got a neural transmission that I have only had with an EMG.

No, this is not a farm animal.  It is the latest movie about the Planet of the Apes which we are going to see tomorrow at the local 10 Cinema.  Possible review coming.

THAT'S ALL FOLKS.