A day into the job, Jim got an irate early-morning call from his neighbor (“There is a naked man at the top of your pine tree and he is chanting to the sun. It is unacceptable!”). Our friend had apparently been overcome by an excess of spiritual joy. Jim was glowing pink with mirth as he told the story.
The boys are growing nicely. Now that spring green-up is here they will move to their pasture hut for the summer, where they can enjoy grasses, clover and the grubs, snakes and such they like to root out. And over at Steady Lane Farm, I will experiment with forage oats in my section of the pasture for lambs; see how it works with the grasses already there.
Spring is a busy, busy time on the farm. Now I am off to carry feed for the chickens and check the fence around the lambs’ paddocks; then the day is done.
Incidentally, I am trying to earn brownie points with both groups and it makes for some funny encounters: Meat chickens are boys, and they simply have to establish who is boss. Things are not going too well with them. But I made some progress with the lambs: This morning I sat where they could see me and pretended to chew my cud. They watched, and when I b-a-a-d at them (I really did!) a few b-a-a-d back. We can build on that.