Franny and Franklin, Bourbon Red Turkeys. With the help of a 25-year old nephew, got this pasture fenced. Not as interested in fencing "in" but fencing predators "out." Managed to get this shot on Saturday inbetween the rains. It's raining again today.
The latest issue, the "plum-easy" issue, of MaryJanesFarm arrived today, I'm at the office and sat in my truck on my lunch break so I could read it - rain pouring on my truck while I read the magazine and eating my lunch. "Every survival kit should include a sense of humor." It's chocked full all sorts of stuff and positive one liners. "In the garden, my soul is sunshine." Obviously when I'm physically at the office, I've left my heart at the barn.
On Saturday, before we got rained out again, contractor BIL driving the machine (whatever you call that thing), his son on top of the septic tank, and Mike. BIL says we may get a small spring-fed pond there and move the tank over, I loved that idea.
This area where the drainpipe went in, in an already soggy area, when we walk through there, no way to avoid it, we sink in mud over our ankles. We can't seed and gravel until this septic work gets done.