It Takes A Village

This coming Saturday is our annual Family Day at the Farm for Hubbs' office.

We have a good ole fashioned picnic with hay rides, egg toss, and lots of critter visits.

Getting ready for this event is an undertaking...

having all the grass mowed, all the trimming done, the pastures mowed...

the gardens weeded and mulched and looking their best...

the animal houses cleaned and the animals groomed...

and everything cleaned up all at the same time

requires quite a bit of help.

That is especially the case this year with all of the damage that last Sunday's storm caused.

We would never be able to get all of the work done in one week,

if it weren't for the help of wonderful friends!

Sam, who helps me each week with the mowing and trimming....

Jim, who takes over animal chores each Wednesday, so that I can attend to other things

(he has also spent countless hours completely restoring Tin Lizzy, our 1952 Ford tractor...

you might remember our tractor fire last summer!)

Kathy, Jim's wife, who is always eager to help with any "extra" task that requires a second set of hands...

like clipping donkeys, etc.....

Jake, who is our "can-do" guy...

always ready for the hard jobs like taking down trees, or rebuilding a pasture fence.

He and his sister Jackie spent a bit of time here this week helping with the post-storm clean up.

We are so very lucky to have the tender loving care of friends and family...

who help to make this farm the very special place that it is.

To all of them I say thank you from the bottom of my heart!!

We couldn't do it without you!

Before ending this post, today, I wanted to show you how big my guinea keets have gotten...

There are also a dozen pullets in the group.

I am so excited to see what these guineas will look like as adults...

they have quite unusual coloration.

And last but not least I have to ask you...

does it not look as though perhaps my Nigerians have been out carousing?

It seems they need to lean against the fence in order to make it back home!

They are actually scratching themselves on the fence as they walk back home.