And so it began.
A day late and right before heavy rain forecasts, but odds are it won’t be wetter and damper than it’s been. And we may just get that moat after all.
I’m grateful the kids are 1 and 4 (instead of say 5 and 8) and can easily be kept out of the moat trenches. Also grateful to start my day off with a heated debate about the differences between ‘un tractopelle et une pelleteuse’ (a backhoe and an excavator).
In other news, Ursula is much happier since the arrival of Jo Petra. Jo Petra is getting used to this place and appreciates her routine. The hens are fluffy and well. And George, the angus twin who was abandoned by his mama and promptly adopted by Jo Petra, is big and strong (and enjoys hiding in the pig houses left in the pasture). La vie est belle.