With the ingestion of the last morsel of the traditional ham-on-the-bone yesterday, Christmas is now officially over but, one way or another, we’ve made the most of this final week.
Once Farm Girl got over the absence of her through-the-fence playmates (the Ezekiel Tigerlilys are currently on a camping holiday), she has filled her week with learning to juggle, conquering Greensleeves on the recorder, hanging out with The Farmer and Princess Nikita, helping out around the Homestead and (it has just been discovered)
taking the odd selfie (and we accentuate the odd).
In the paddock, Geraldine has made it clear that her off-spring need to cut the apron strings and so Ulrika and Ulrich (we’re up to U in the naming register) are now listed on Trade Me. Apparently we have 5 people watching our listing but, as none of them have made their intentions clear to us, the early morning air is still punctuated by the ker-thump of Geraldine once again butting her children away from the food bowl. Mother of the Year? Not likely!
Leia, in contrast, will need to be persuaded to let her babies go (a battle we are not looking forward to) and Sylvia has taken a leaf out of her book, turning out to be everything maternal a new chick on the block could wish for. So far she has taught her charges to drink and eat from a bowl and forage; dust bathing was today’s lesson. She has also put their safety as priority number one, making replenishing the food supply if not life threatening, certainly a dangerous task to undertake in anything less than a suit of armour. No, we don’t own one and, even if we did, the obligatory seasonal feasting would render it a couple of sizes too small.
The Farmer and Princess Nikita were talked into taking this week as annual leave and have added a bit of sparkle to the Homestead with a) their presence and b) their adventures. First up was a weekend away in Arthurs Pass where they explored the many alpine walks, made dams in the rather fresh river, took selfies,
and, if their photos are anything to go by, did a great deal of train spotting. That the Princess’s parents thought to shout them the trip home aboard the TranzAlpine was simply the icing on the cake
Life hasn’t stood still on the Homestead,either. Inside, The Renovator started work on the last room needing redecoration: the living room. As I type this, he is
slapping on artfully applying the top coat of ceiling white with the intention of having the entire room repainted within the fortnight.
Outside, a rejig of the chicken coop was in order. Future plans for this patch of land include a sleepout (already colloquially known as Little House in the Backyard) surrounded by luscious and bountiful raised garden beds. It was while discussing this dream and trying to work out just how to go about demolishing the dilapidated-but-still-stubbornly-upright garage to make way for a chicken and duck resort of epic proportions that we realised a small error in current layout: the compost bins (and thus richest soil) was destined to end up under the Little House.
And through it all, The Bean Counter has been plodding through another week at the coal face but it hasn’t been without it’s perks: first up gets to be behind the wheel of the newest Homestead Mobile.