I’m at that point in the summer where the animal situation feels slightly out of hand. It could be that I just finished weeding my vegetable/cutting garden and it looks better than it has in a long time. There are some small zucchini and summer squash we should be able to eat this week and there are some cherry tomatoes almost ripe enough to pluck.
But it also could be that this
is happening at least 60 times a day in my cosy kitchen. The dogs cannot rest - their whole reason to live is to herd something, no matter where it is. The Farmer says it reminds him of the scene in the James Herriott t.v. series with Mrs. Bond (“I work for cats.”) and her husband who sits quietly reading his newpaper as the zillions of cats climb over the furniture, knocking things down, dishes flying. But we have guinea fowl flying hither and yon.
I would put them outside with the large birds but I fear they can still escape the wire enclosure and I will never get them back. Some people have parrots.....
Then there was the moment last night as I was quietly reading the stack of NY Times that has been piling up. With a lovely glass of wine, I was reading a book review/food article on a fabulous book I own called “Meat” by Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall in the July 8th Magazine section. As the sun was setting, I looked up and there were the three pigs tunneling through that perfectly weeded garden.
This morning I captured two of them but the ring leader is still with the sheep.
It’s always something here at our very own Funny Farm.