The Farmer has flown the coop. As I type this, she’s somewhere over the western half of the US, heading for San Francisco to help friends with a house project. She foolishly has left me in charge for six days.
So with trusty camera in hand, I took roll call this afternoon to make sure I was starting my shift as Head Farmer with all the animals I’m supposed to have.
Four beef steer?
Too many chickens scattered around the farm?
Nest of eggs?
Peacock named Ben?
Check. Up in the opening in the house.
Golden pheasant named Pharoah?
Two lambs left from the February breeding debacle, which definitely is going in my next book?
Elderly #66, who’s 13 and could leave us any day now?
Check and check.
Two barn cats?
Too lazy to show up for photo, but check.
Okay. Everyone is present and accounted for. Let’s hope the same is true six days from now!