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[aart]

THERE!! Finally, the riding mower is all assembled and running.

Yards, chip pile path, and grave path mowed.
Pretty sure I am going to be sore as hell tomorrow.

 

[Isadora]

THERE!! Finally, the riding mower is all assembled and running.

Yards, chip pile path, and grave path mowed.
Pretty sure I am going to be sore as hell tomorrow.

Sore but satisfied.

 

[aart]

Sore but satisfied.

Yes, for sure!
Gets harder every year, both physically and mentally.

 

[LaFleche]

THERE!! Finally, the riding mower is all assembled and running.

Yards, chip pile path, and grave path mowed.
Pretty sure I am going to be sore as hell tomorrow.

You missed posting yourself after being done. Here you go!

 

[aart]

Yes, for sure!
Gets harder every year, both physically and mentally.

One of the biggest reliefs is that the ancient tractor and attachments actually work.
Got the deck welded up this year, seems to have been a success, at least it went together good.
So, Yeah.... Thanks @LaFleche

 

[DobieLover]

I just got off the phone with my nephew who is taking care of the chickens.
The nightly routine includes clearing the nest boxes of the screamers. That's what I call the little broody girls. Tonight he called me and said "I have a problem. So I got a screamer out but there's a big black hen in the box all the way at the end".
I told him that was undoubtedly Astrid because she goes broody every year, just reach in and get her out and put her on the roost.
I can't. She's huge.
You can! She's a nice hen.
She won't get out. I just want to get the eggs.
You can't leave her in there. She has to go back on the roost. Just reach in and grab her.
Uhh. She pecked me when I tried to take the eggs!

At this point I'm laughing my head off picturing the scene.

Then he asks, "do you have any gloves"?
I direct him to the welders gloves I use when working on the active wood stove.

These delight him and he successfully conveys Astrid to the roost while Fabio screams his head off along with his very irritated broody hen!

 

[Shadrach]

I just got off the phone with my nephew who is taking care of the chickens.
The nightly routine includes clearing the nest boxes of the screamers. That's what I call the little broody girls. Tonight he called me and said "I have a problem. So I got a screamer out but there's a big black hen in the box all the way at the end".
I told him that was undoubtedly Astrid because she goes broody every year, just reach in and get her out and put her on the roost.
I can't. She's huge.
You can! She's a nice hen.
She won't get out. I just want to get the eggs.
You can't leave her in there. She has to go back on the roost. Just reach in and grab her.
Uhh. She pecked me when I tried to take the eggs!

At this point I'm laughing my head off picturing the scene.

Then he asks, "do you have any gloves"?
I direct him to the welders gloves I use when working on the active wood stove.

These delight him and he successfully conveys Astrid to the roost while Fabio screams his head off along with his very irritated broody hen!

Broody hens are absolutley terrifying you know. They go from being a two kilo ball of fluff with a few pointy bits to 19 stone monsters with teeth and talons the size of an eagle.

 

[Shadrach]

Good morning Cafe.
Coffee is made.
I guess DL is on the beach flipping crabs.
Sort of sunny here and warm.

 

[DobieLover]

Good morning Cafe.
Coffee is made.
I guess DL is on the beach flipping crabs.
Sort of sunny here and warm.

Yes, sir. I was!

Thanks for the coffee and good morning.

It's another glorious day here.
I did meet a local couple. They were walking their dogs. On leash. That's always a red flag for me. I let my dogs run the beach because they are exceedingly friendly and listen well. However, these are the nosy busy body types that can't mind their own business and started giving me crap because they were unleashed. Right smack dab in front of the house I'm renting. So I consider that "on private property" and allowed off leash until I leave the area.
The snooty lady then said "I'm texting Mary and asking her what the rules are". Knock your knickers off.

 

[aart]

Yes, sir. I was!

Thanks for the coffee and good morning.

It's another glorious day here.
I did meet a local couple. They were walking their dogs. On leash. That's always a red flag for me. I let my dogs run the beach because they are exceedingly friendly and listen well. However, these are the nosy busy body types that can't mind their own business and started giving me crap because they were unleashed. Right smack dab in front of the house I'm renting. So I consider that "on private property" and allowed off leash until I leave the area.
The snooty lady then said "I'm texting Mary and asking her what the rules are". Knock your knickers off.

They're just jealous you have such obedient dogs....
..and/or locals annoyed with 'tourist season'.

Does DH go crab flipping with you, or is he visiting a relative?