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farm-sitting

08.22.11

If you stand in our back field and look past the stream, over the corn and bean fields, and to the top of the hill, there sits my uncle's farm. While we were in Virginia two weeks ago, his oldest son, took care of our place–chickens, barn cats, Ruby, the doves and guinea pigs. So when my uncle's family headed on their own vacation last week, we returned the favor. 

farm-sitting

Along with the job of farm-sitting for my uncle comes the use of his RTV. It was our means to get back and forth from his place to ours–over the stream crossing, along the woods, up the waterways in the corn fields…(and yes, where I sometimes enjoyed my morning cup of coffee.)

farm-sitting

farm-sitting

With Mary kneeling in back, Elizabeth in the cab and Birdy tucked in on Emma's lap beside me, it was pure bliss for these girls. By the end of the week, the words "Let's take a ride in the Kubota." sent Birdy squealing and toddling to the porch door and everyone scrambling to find flip-flops and boots. (Why can't my children move so quickly any other time I try to get them all out the door?)

farm-sitting

My uncle's chores are a little more involved than ours–pumping water Little House-style and hauling it to the horses, feeding, changing water and collecting eggs for his thirty-some hens, dogs, ponies, a pet turkey named Jimmy (who turns out to be a hen).

And my main helper was worthless–lost in a field of ponies. 

farm-sitting

But the other two did their best to help me get the jobs done, while wrangling the baby and rounding up houdini chickens who didn't want to stay in their pens. 

It was nothing but fun. A little sweaty. Still fun.

farm-sitting

But there was one special animal that we had to take care of that made the week even more amazing. She'd wander in from the bean fields, or be waiting for us (obviously running late) on the front porch. But she's cute enough to get her own page in the story, so for now, just a wee sneak peek…..

farm-sitting: a special charge

If you stand in our back field and look past the stream, over the corn and bean fields, and to the top of the hill, there sits my uncle's farm. While we were in Virginia two weeks ago, his oldest son, took care of our place–chickens, barn cats, Ruby, the doves and guinea pigs. So when my uncle's family headed on their own vacation last week, we returned the favor. 

farm-sitting

Along with the job of farm-sitting for my uncle comes the use of his RTV. It was our means to get back and forth from his place to ours–over the stream crossing, along the woods, up the waterways in the corn fields…(and yes, where I sometimes enjoyed my morning cup of coffee.)

farm-sitting

farm-sitting

With Mary kneeling in back, Elizabeth in the cab and Birdy tucked in on Emma's lap beside me, it was pure bliss for these girls. By the end of the week, the words "Let's take a ride in the Kubota." sent Birdy squealing and toddling to the porch door and everyone scrambling to find flip-flops and boots. (Why can't my children move so quickly any other time I try to get them all out the door?)

farm-sitting

My uncle's chores are a little more involved than ours–pumping water Little House-style and hauling it to the horses, feeding, changing water and collecting eggs for his thirty-some hens, dogs, ponies, a pet turkey named Jimmy (who turns out to be a hen).

And my main helper was worthless–lost in a field of ponies. 

farm-sitting

But the other two did their best to help me get the jobs done, while wrangling the baby and rounding up houdini chickens who didn't want to stay in their pens. 

It was nothing but fun. A little sweaty. Still fun.

farm-sitting

But there was one special animal that we had to take care of that made the week even more amazing. She'd wander in from the bean fields, or be waiting for us (obviously running late) on the front porch. But she's cute enough to get her own page in the story, so for now, just a wee sneak peek…..

farm-sitting: a special charge

11 comments on “farm-sitting”

  1. What a simple magical place. You are truly fortunate to live there and have such amazing experience for you and your family. (I think I would be with the ponies too)

  2. Yup, looks like a deer (dear) to me too. But tell me, are those gourd bird houses on the line to the bird condo or maybe it’s on the way to the antenna? They’re kind of lined up so it’s hard to tell. I’ve been wondering what could be done with gourds that would be cool.

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