Monday, November 28, 2011
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Monday, November 14, 2011
So! Hello and welcome to my kitchen.
Apparently Juliann like to watch me cook.
This is me cooking. Eggs anyone?
Jock waiting his turn for some bread crumbs.
The tractor is still fun even without moving.
Here I am with my Canton, CT, now SWPA friend Juliann, enjoying our farm brunch.
Today's photos are taken by guest Arlene and I don't think I attributed the last post's photos to Juliann. They all arrived while I was up in the field, and I never got to get my camera before the visit started. Its nice to see the farm from others point of view.
This last shot is taken in Ligonier outside the Main Gallery - a fun place to shop.
Now its your turn to visit.
Friday, November 11, 2011
|The girls had brought their own treats for the fish.|
|The fish were quite appreciative.|
Two eggs were found in the barn.
Yep! Its still warm.
And last - a "ride" on the Deere by a couple of Dears.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Along the pond bank we have two or three sizes of rose hips. This rounder large rose hip belongs to the pink rose such you see at the beach and has a great scent.
The goats trim up the brambles on the hill, but we have to get them up to the pond as we work through the acreage, to get things passable again. I can barely get through with my tractor to mow without getting caught in the thorns. Time for the goats to earn their keep.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
First thing in the morning, everyone gets some grain which is a mix of sweet feed and goat mix.
Adeline is like a dog with a bone....
She has her foot in the bowl and won't even share with her own mother Saba.
We hope that's the only reason she's chubby.
Does this udder look rounder. That's Twee. I'll be watching for us.
Meanwhile, we'll all enjoy these last warm, dry days while we can.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
We've come full circle with Pants. For the past two weeks we were noticing a bit of listlessness. Then when he ignored food, we were certain more was going on. All sorts of efforts resulted in temporary hope, but last night he took a turn for the worse.
Pants was a favorite to everyone.
He was a sweet boy that even the little folk could be near.
He will be so missed.
Newborn Pants with Zola and brother Grant.
Days old in the field
Pants this spring, babysitting the bucklings.