Sunday's are quiet around the farm. Tony takes a rest from his hard labor and only does essential chores like feeding the cows, chickens, dogs, cats, and pig. I did laundry, wrote up a couple of ribbon-cutting stories, optimized photos for the articles, read about a web-developer tool called Joomla, filled up the wild-bird feeders, and enjoyed sitting in the sunshine. It's like June in March here in North Georgia.
A low flying plane upset the chickens and they went to squalking like mad right before lunch. They thought it was a giant hawk. The roosters went to crowing and then the dogs went to barking. I hollered, "Praise the Lord!" three or four times and soon everything shut up.
Tony is napping and I am fixing to make a pot of coffee before fixing some supper. Tonight's menu includes tacos with sliced tomatoes from the fruit stand that actually have some taste.
A low flying plane upset the chickens and they went to squalking like mad right before lunch. They thought it was a giant hawk. The roosters went to crowing and then the dogs went to barking. I hollered, "Praise the Lord!" three or four times and soon everything shut up.
Tony is napping and I am fixing to make a pot of coffee before fixing some supper. Tonight's menu includes tacos with sliced tomatoes from the fruit stand that actually have some taste.
