Just Another Day At the Farm...

We had a fairly quiet day today. We didn't try going in to church because we didn't want to leave the farm alone with all of the deer hunters around. We mostly did piddly stuff. We did chores, feeding hay to the two elderly horses (the rest are in the pasture) and the llamas. We fed the kitchen scraps to the chickens and gathered eggs. We put on gloves and cut up a batch of Brother Pat's peppers and put them in the dehydrator  so that they could be dried, then ground up into pepper hot flakes.

We played with the dogs and we read. I started a new series by Simon Beckett that Sister Sherry had saved for me. I finished the first one, A Chemistry of Death  and started on Written in Bone. The series is about a forensic anthropologist with some similarities to the Patricia Cornwell books.

We looked through some of the books of photographs that Sherry had that had belonged to our mother. I did some work on our family tree stuff with some of the information I gleaned from Mom's stuff.

We watched some of the various critters that populate Sherry's farm. Here's one of the Guinea Hens who came along to check out what might be on the path --

Later the two miniature donkeys came along to see if there was any grain or other food left out for the birds that they might have missed --

We put some spareribs and potatoes in the oven for Brother Pat and Gary and Jared who had stayed on today doing "fix-it" stuff around the place. (Mike and Matt had taken their deer and headed back to Moses Lake earlier.) We used a few of Pat's jalapenos, onions and corn and made spicy cornbread for supper.

It started raining again during supper. It should be a good night for sleeping.