Thursday, April 25, 2013

A Lazy Sunday

It was a perfect sunday...the sun was shining and you could feel the warmth of in on your face. On this lovely lazy sunday we decided to go fishing, well Tom would fish, me and Moose would watch. Fishing gear was retrieved from the shed,placed in the car and off we went.
We drove to a few spots and the fishing had begun. While Tom tested his patients hoping to get a bite on the line Moose and I would explore the area and take in the sites.

Moose enjoyed climbing the rocks... playing "king of the hill" I guess.

There was a slight cool breeze coming off the water and the sound of the water falling from the small damn was a calming and relaxing.

No fish were caught today but I still couldn't have asked for a better way to spend the afternoon and the company I had wasn't half bad either.

As we were walking back to the car I noticed a sign posted which gave me such a laugh, who are these select persons???
* FYI - the down side to fishing....finding the container of unused worms in the refrigerator  

Friday, April 12, 2013

The Farm Girl in me

What a week it was ... I helped out a friend by staying at her house (small farm) to keep any eye on things while she was off to a sunny island for a vacation. My duties included, 3 dogs (4 when you toss mine into the mix) , 1 cat with 8 kittens, 4 geese, many ducks and chickens and oh yeah, her 16 year old son.
So for all who know me this is all comes as no surprise, since my move to Maine I have done many things I never would have entertained a few years back. It wasn't too hard, cats and dogs - easy, kid-easy-make sure he goes to school and eats dinner .
Now for some barnyard fun ;

I like the mornings best... everyone is so happy when you open the doors to let them out. As I walk towards the barn I can hear all the roosters crowing, hens clucking... ducks quacking... it's a serenade of sorts. I love opening to doors to see them all pour out wings flapping, feet hitting the ground as they all hurry down the ramp. I would greet them all with a "Morning Ladies", hoping the males weren't offended.

Now this is the best part.... the egg hunt, I'll always be amazed and in awe of these kind of things. I grew up in the nice suburbs of Chicago.. eggs come in a carton right?, you don't gather them yourself. So there I would go, up the hill to the chicken coop...a little egg basket in hand ready to gather the morning harvest. Typically I was finding maybe a half dozen eggs daily and a dozen on one day.

Through out the day chickens , ducks and geese wander the farm... the geese love the little pool set up for them... grooming their lovely white fluffy feathers. Chickens and ducks... just roaming and picking at the ground for what ever chickens and ducks eat thats in the dirt. 

Evening would come and it was close to the same routine, feed and water everyone. It was interesting to watch, as dusk would fall you can watch them all gather up and go inside their coop/barn for the night just waiting for someone to close the doors and leave them all tucked in for the night. 

The week went well ... no casualties, including me (again for those who know me will recall the last time I was alone at the farm with Chris I fell and broke my ankle in 3 places).

Although one night it did look like a pretty good party was rocking in the hen house . 

"Nite Ladies"

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Batter Up

In general it was a quite week (not that I'm leading a hectic life these days).
Easter was nice, the morning started with coffee as usual followed by lots of chocolate offerings. That bunny sure knows the way to a girls heart. But I showed self control and didn't eat any peeps or chocolate for breakfast.

Waffles were the choice this morning, something in my 48 years I've never made myself. A great recipe was shared for a yummy dense oatmeal waffle.
So off I went , measuring and mixing, as the batter all came together  the shiny new waffle maker was preheating and getting ready to go.  In went the batter...down went the lid. With that a bit of steam rose, which according to manufactures book is "OK".

       The warm smell of the oatmeal and cinnamon filled the kitchen. And as the light turned from green to red and I knew they were done.

They turned out perfect, a bit crispy on the edges and soft in the middle. Oh so good and filling, some warm maple syrup, perfect....YUM.

It was another wonderful start to a sunday in Maine.

*stay tuned for my adventures ,the first week in April I'm stepping in as a farm hand while my friend is on vacation... chickens, ducks and geese... OH MY !