It is time to bring in the hay. This is an annual ritual, one that is not always welcomed with open arms. I did not buy the hay elevator last year so it is going to be another stairway out of bales to the top of the hay stack. Unfortunately, I had to cover the night shift at work so Annmarie and two young men had to start moving the hay into the barn.
Before they could even start they had to clean out all the eggs from the barn. I have one hen that is now living in the barn and laying only in the barn. There were 71 eggs in one nest. They got tossed out into the barn lot. I can just imagine what my egg customers would say about getting one of those.
They started very early on a Saturday and by 2 hours later one of them was dry heaving nonstop and starting to get diarrhea. He thought he had drank some bad milk the night before.
Unfortunately for the rest of us it was not food poisoning. It was a nasty virus and I have become its latest victim. Annmarie got it next then Sarah now me. I do illness with the grace of a house cat getting a bath. It's not pretty. All communication with me should probably be done only in the written form to protect all involved parties. They got 55 bales loaded into the barn out of 295 it's a start, 16+% complete!!
Now that the old house has been adjusted and supported again the latch I installed years ago to keep the door shut is off by 1/2 inch. I am going to have to move it to make it usable again. Between the night shift and my illness I have not managed to finish the skirting on the old house. I need to get it done so I can get over to Ruby's and level that house. I am going to get a bundle of cedar shakes to use as shims when I do her house.
|Lock now 1/2 inch off|
As you can see we are in the middle of an eastern Oregon summer! It is hot and dry. One can see why no fireworks and smoking will be happening out at our house.