A pea soup kind of summer morning
with sheep sheepishly wandering back and forth
in the holding paddock between the houses,
after having fly-strike attended to.
We have been beset with a new kind of maggot that is hairy
and breeds both in wet wool as well as under the skin.
Meanwhile, the goose who sat on her infertile eggs and
had a couple of blue bantam eggs added to the mix, has
brought forth two dear little chicks.
Unfortunately, a goose being a goose, gave them their first
swimming lesson in the lily pond, from which two wet
and distressed shipwrecked chicks on a rock were rescued
by passing younger granddaughter.
Guess who looks after them now? Yup, they share by bed with
the electric blanket on 1 on their side, snug and warm in their
ice-cream container, tucked up in their fluffy blanked I hastily
knitted for them last night.
They feasted on boiled egg
and promptly went to sleep.
I do hope they are a pigeon pair so I get a rooster for my
three hens and a chicken that lays blue eggs.
Isn't it lovely to be forever living in hope?