Yawn!

It is a good morning on the farm, or a morning at least. I haven't seen one in awhile. For all my talk about liking to pitch in with chores it has been awhile since I was able to. When we first got here all the fresh air and sunshine must have gotten to Lucy and she started sleeping like a normal toddler, and then the novelty wore off. She was sleeping until ten or eleven, napping at five, and going to bed at midnight. Completely incompatible with farm life. Yesterday and today she slept through the night (hallelujah!) and got up early. We were actually able to do a small amount of helping both times yesterday. This morning she is snuggley so I am watching billy goats out my front window.

I love goats, I really do, especially the billies. They are super funny and remarkably sweet, most of the time. There are three outside my window right now, notice the crummy pic that follows. They are playing just like young boys. Roly poly, rough and tumble, jumping from hay bale to hay bale, locking horns, pushing each other off, jumping over this stack of wood, and repeat. Love it, it reminds me a lot of watching Jake and John play.

Big Pig left us on Friday, as promised. I have to admit that I miss him. He was a really pretty pig, he liked my baby, he had a ton of personality, and made me laugh. The other pigs don't seem to have any of those personality traits and I would much rather be eating them than Big Pig.

They are all plain white, scrawnier, have mean eyes, and yell at me when I walk by their pen. I guess if I spent as much time in their yard as Big Pig spent in mine I would like them too. I need to be less attached, not more though, so I won't be doing that.

Speaking of less attached, Monday was turkey processing day here. There was one particular turkey everyone seemed a little excited about killing, and more excited to eat. It was a little odd because my moms' group toured the farm on Monday and everyone has super cute pics of their kids petting a turkey. Who knew that would be his last hoorah. I have no love of turkeys as an animal or as food, but I wonder what he thought as thirty sticky hands surrounded him.

It was great to have all of our friends out and show them the farm, I hope we get to do it again soon. It was a bit surreal to see how lackadaisical I have become with Lucy since we got here though. She runs around like she owns it. Climbs the mulch pile, crawls under the colts' fence, harasses pigs and goats alike. She hasn't received as much as a scratch in the nearly month we've been here though. She is so confident it's a lot of fun to watch.

Marcie throws a great tour and I would encourage everyone to put together a group and schedule one. I think it's appropriate for all ages, we had kids from three months to four years and they all enjoyed it. The two year olds seemed to like it the most though, poop, rocks, animals, and yogurt- yum.

We have a new neighbor on the farm. Luke is going to be interning for awhile. I would write more about him but he's very quiet and well I didn't let him know that the few words he muttered were on the record.

Coming soon- Thanksgiving on the Farm.