Why I Don't Go To The Gym

I'll let you in on a little secret or two.

One:  I hate repetitive exercise for the sake of exercise.

Two:  I hate to sweat.

But then, with activities like this...

who needs a gym?

I had a truckload of hay delivered yesterday.

Over the next couple of months I will be stockpiling hay for the upcoming winter.

Just about all of our animals (except the birds) eat hay,

so we need quite a lot of it.

With the help of Anna (who helps out on the farm when needed)...

loading the bales on the hay elevator and sending them up to the hayloft of the barn...

I stowed 100 bales in this corner of the barn (by myself)...

(each bale weighed 40-50 lbs)

an activity equal to working out in the gym.

And yes, I sweated... a lot!

Stowing hay was not the only fun activity of the day, however.

I also did another rooster relocation.

This time I caught and transported Egg, Jelly, and Petunia to the turkey house.

"Why?" you ask.

Well, it seems that these three have taken to trying to terrorize me whenever I step out of the house.

They come running and attempt to flog me.

Of course I use my big-girl-voice and remind them that "I'm the big bird." 

And tell them "NO!"

As long as I don't turn my back and don't back down I can avoid a flogging.

But really...

this is getting old.

So.....time for a relocation.

After a few days of "yard arrest",

these three will be allowed to free range around the barn and pastures.

Hopefully there will be enough to keep them busy

that they will forget about trying to terrorize the help (me.)

Tom will be bunking with these three crazy boys at nighttime.

I suspect that during the day Tom will continue to head up to the hens and goats.

And so you see...

life with Roosters is always interesting... never boring.

(Fish is quite happy with his relocation earlier this week! .... HENS!!!)

It's always a bit of a juggling contest.

Hopefully we will work out an arrangement that suits everyone.

I need to remind these Roos just how lucky they are!

Well, to top of a rather busy day,

I somehow happened to get a bee stuck in my sandal...

and he ended up stinging me beneath my big toe.

OUCH!....and the darned sandals zip up the back of the heel....

I could not get them off fast enough!

Well, it's not summertime without at least one bee sting!

Goodness, it's time for another weekend!

Hope your's is perfect.

Hope mine is quiet.