Our hay guy David, delivered two truckloads of hay this morning (sixty bales total). I was helping him stack the second load when Vince showed up with the gravel for the pole barn.
By the time I got back to the barn after opening and closing the gates for Vince, there were only five or six bales left to stack.
I picked up one and realized I’d had my fill. Suddenly I could barely lift the haybale off the ground. There was no way I’d be able to climb up the stacked hay to put this one on top.
Luckily David is used to moving hay by himself, so I let him finish the job.
After a refreshing cold shower, I went to my studio to work on something new. I’ll write more about that another time. Now I’m going to pack up the Potholders and Stickers I sold since yesterday. Jon and I will drop them at the Post Office on the way to the movies. (We’re going to see Oppenheimer.)
Instead of saying goodbye, our friend and photographer George Forss always used to say “Take the rest of the day off.”
Thank you, George. that’s just what I’m going to do.
See you on Sunday.
Maria, H ow do they survive food-wise? Does MAMMA bird bring them food?
Both the mother and father bring them food Eileen. And they are very attentive and protective parents. The pigeons are gone from the lower part of the barn now. They are flying with the rest of the flock and spending their time in the loft.