Hey, y'all.
As per usual, weekends are the time I have twice as much to do as the rest of the week: all the chores as they come every day, plus all the grocery shopping for the week, et'c.
I finally asked outright with a note of sheer desperation in my voice that the young men in my life come and help with getting the Hamburg run finished; the SILTB is going to move lumber Wednesday and perhaps the elder spawn will come and help me do the tall bits week after next. I hope. I've got to cut the greehnouse cover today and make the brooder pen wind-proof from the south, since the rain is blowing in. The blessed, blessed rain, which falls on the just and the unjust and also settles the dust. The relative humidity in the house is finally above 40%; a week ago last Wednesday it was at 23% and I had a perpetual nosebleed.
This week the toaster broke: one of the lifter springs snapped the day after we finally got a new vacuum cleaner. For those playing at home, that makes a kitchen range, microwave (I'd forgotten that one) well pump and pressure tank, refrigerator, vacuum cleaner and now the toaster since November 2011. I am not best pleased.
I'm hoping that the days are long enough and the soil temps high enough that we'll get a bit of regrowth on the pasture before the hard frosts come; otherwise it'll take much longer to have good grass in the spring.
Yesterday when I was out doing the first round of chicken chores, including chasing one of my cousin's invader chickens out of the yard, everything went dead quiet and I saw a flicker of movement over my left shoulder. When I turned it was an adult Bald Eagle coming up from the bottom of the hill and only about ten feet above my roof ridge- sixty feet away at the most and holy wow those things are BIG up close, I always forget how huge they are. I have to assume it was the local nester, because it was on the same flight path it's taken when I've disturbed it gathering waste hay for nest lining any February in the past ten years. Not hunting: flapping hard and gaining altitude.
The younger spawn drove me around yesterday and unloaded the stuff DH and I can't carry. So when (if) the hired hand is here Thursday I don't have to compute that effort into her schedule. And while I was shopping DH took out the garbage and recycling and compost, so I can clean up the sheep mess after I move him today and add that to the composter: waste hay and sheep poo, which takes longer than the hay to break down. Which reminds me, he needs wormed when we work cattle next week in preparation for weaning.