Monday, May 4, 2009

Farm stuff

Dad's been working all weekend so it feels like Wednesday, not Monday. I haven't been working nearly as hard, but I won't bore with horrifying tales of writer's stuck-ness that only terrify me or never-ending housework. There must be a special place in hell where people are consigned to do nothing but housework for all eternity. Guess I'm not going to make maid of the year, huh?

Chickens are growing fast. Too fast. One likes to sit on top of the water and shit on the other chickens. Yes, he'll make it in the serial. I expanded their habitat yesterday and they're quite aggressive about it. They fly at each other and screech. It's kinda scary. Especially since they're only eight inches tall.

We've got cattle out on grass, or at least they think they are. It hasn't been warm enough to turn everyone out, but we have some lots we don't mind getting marked and muddied up so they've been taking those down. All the rain and sun but no heat and that's what grows grass. I'm almost jonesing for it as bad as the cows.

So spring continues here and we're all not-so-patiently awaiting summer. It oughta be here anytime. (She glances outside and gives the sky a disapproving glare. After all, it is Michigan. Wait five minutes if you don't like the weather, it'll change.) Anytime now.