I don’t miss the morning feed ever, and I woke up before the alarm this morning so that got done but when I came back, I dozed off and had wonderful Winter dreams. All the way back to Ballinafad where I lived much of my childhood in the country. I don’t remember working on the farms too much but I know I did muck stalls and visit the stockyards at least once. Vague memories.
I was with girlfriends in these dreams which is rare for me. On adventures reminiscent of the kind of movies where a man and a woman find themselves in the jungle or in this case on a country road that has washed out and suddenly becomes a country River. Bonding time.
So I woke up at 3:00 p.m. and decided I need to stay up or I would sleep till the alarm at 4:00. I usually feed them around 3:30 so the alarm is merely a last reminder in case. I had slept till that alarm before but not usually the entire day like today.
I gave myself a mini boost from a dirty pipe I’ve been saving for such an occasion and made my way out in the 6-in fresh snow to feed the cows and pick up 13 eggs again. Second day in a row. Looks like that will be the norm for a while. The youngest of the hens now feels comfortable enough to be laying. At least that’s the assumption I make. The eggs are quite small
Now, before I lie down again and sleep till tomorrow I bring in some more wood for the furnace and appear active to the house despite having slept so much.
A reasonably perfect Sunday. I’m not sure whether the dirty pipe Will survive another day. My Monday might be a repeat.
Oh yeah. I should probably find something to eat other than a cookie and a few to buy brownies and a chocolate bar.
Having said that I probably won’t eat more than another cookie and a couple of two bite brownies and half a chocolate bar but at least I didn’t forget to eat. I just chose not to
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