You know when you open your eyes on Tuesday thinking it’s Saturday that it’s going to be one of those weeks. Maybe it’s because I’m poised on the edge of a bit of an adventure (more on that next week) or maybe it’s just that Spring, with all it’s hurry-up-and-wait, is definitely in the air

but this week I’ve been a tad impatient. Short is the word my family used and then sniggered because it works on two levels being as how I’m not blessed in the height department. I shouldn’t be that surprised, though – at my irksome disposition I mean, not my stature which I have long since come to terms with. Spring kind of does this to me every year with all it’s blossom and new life while the larder, paddocks and vegetable garden are still pretty sparse. All talk and no substance.

But then, to be fair, it does deliver – literally. This week saw the last of the lambs be born; a boy and a girl to Buttercup. Last year she was our haphazard mother, forever wandering off while her babes slept and causing great yowling in her off spring and chuntering amongst the older sheep. This year she is the polar opposite; never have there been two more coddled lambkins.

Colin.thelab’s recent behaviour suggested he may well feel as I do about Spring as lambs in the paddock make his exclusion necessary – he just can’t resist giving chase – and he was making his displeasure known. Luckily, he’s recently had the opportunity to burn off all that negativity in weekly playdates with his new labrador friends, Charlie (black) and Ruby (golden).

Colin (with the yellow harness) is a very easygoing, sociable bloke who likes nothing more than a frolic with any dog friends that happen his way, but his unbridled joy at these labrador exclusive events was a bit of an eye opener for us humans. Maybe that much talked about Homestead dog addition should be another lab.

But its not all been grumpiness central. We took advantage of the gorgeous weekend weather to finally rectify a quick-fix job of mine that has irked us all for the intervening five years. My first attempt at constructing a door was not a great success. The existing framing was weak, the material I used not up to the job, and I failed to take into account the amount of hay and straw chickens fling around to hinder door opening.

The new coop door design makes chicken time a joy with it’s straw containing , hedgehog excluding barrier, multiple-chickens-at-a-time door opening, and sturdy construction.

As you can see, Linda approves. Truly, that’s her approving face.

I ended the week with a day at the Urban Homestead sorting out the driveway garden and then doing very little else. I needed to rest up a bit because…well, next week stuff is happening.

But that’s a story for another day.