Daily Farmhouse Journal
When it rains, the giant puppy sprawls on the porch. She’s good when she’s asleep. Shhhhh!!! Do not disturb. I love this giant puppy.
Chickens hide in the henhouse. Chickens don’t like wet feathers. I love these chickens.
They could keep busy, oh, say, filling these nesting boxes with little presents for my farmhouse table, but no. My chickens are a little more than three months old now. I’ve filled the boxes with straw, and I wait and I hope and I look every day.
When it rains, the goats stay beneath their shelter in their night pen. “I will come out,” Clover said, “but only for the right amount of cookies. And I don’t believe you have that many.”
I think she’s turning into a primadonna. I love my goats.
Hummingbirds don’t care if it’s wet as long as there’s sugar water to be had.
They invited all their finch friends to come visit and now we have hordes of finches, too. I love all these wild birds.
When it rains, the weeds in the garden rejoice in their intoxication. Weeds love me. I kinda like weeds myself. We have something in common-I wasn’t planted here, either, but I am determined to thrive, and so I will not hoe them down. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
Ducks love rain. And wet feathers and wet beaks and all things wet. Ducks live for wet. I live for ducks.
Behold, the duck pond! Two springs feed into this pond and it was about two-thirds filled when it started raining. A good rain hurries up the process.
I’m not ready to turn the ducks out onto their pond yet, though. First, a duck house needs to be built near the pond-a small pen with a shelter to keep them safe at night.
There is much work to be done on the farm. A goat house, a duck house, and more. These stumps wait to be hauled into the goat enclosure to serve as more goat playground equipment. Goats love to clamber about on things. Logs make great goat jungle gym equipment. They climb on top, play king of the mountain, then fly off, knees tucked as if they are springboarding into a swimming pool. The goats will love these logs.
The summer is more than half gone. In another month, this view off my front porch will start to change. I’m already looking forward to the fiery, glorious color. I love autumn.
But today, it is still summer, and we’ve had a good rain. And when it rains, the farm takes a break….and breathes. And dreams of what is next.
It could be almost anything, but I have been thinking about some guineas. They eat ticks!
