From: Stacy Murphy [mailto:
Sent: Sunday, September 30, 2007 7:23 PM
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Subject: SWEET PEA FARM UPDATE 10/1/2007
Here we are!
The first of October already and there is a nip in the air late at night and the wee hours of the morning. It has been many times already where I have gotten up at dawn and seen my breath in the air. The trees are starting to change, signaling summer is drawing to an end and fall is coming. Our weather has been stunningly beautiful lately though – dry air, clear brilliant blue skies with not a single cloud anywhere to be seen. I often look up to see many hawks lazily circling above, sunlight splashing on their undersides as they turn back and forth in the sky.
Sweet Pea Farm has been plugging slowly along – in a multitude of fashions.
The master bedroom and bath are almost finished. The antique clawfoot tub I powersanded, and went from lying in the driveway, to being carried upstairs and pla
I have painted the trim and bead board, the walls and the
Willie and Miss Rosie are doing just fine- in fact I have wormed them twi
I can almost vouch they have gained even more weight sin
My normal routine was to lock them in the stall at night. But that became impossible with my broken shoulder as I had to drag a grate across the doorway at night. So I now let them run the pasture, which as all of you know has a 6 foot fen
3 weeks ago I was awakened abruptly at 4am by a sound that was all too familiar to me. It was a pack of coyotes – probably about 10 of them – and they were working their way around the perimeter of the property – screaming, calling and howling as coyotes do. For all of you who have heard a pack, you know what blood curdling sounds they make. If you have not heard a pack of coyotes, just image 10 children all screaming at the top of their lungs all at on
I knew they coyotes couldn’t get into the sheep area, but I didn’t particularly want 10 of them harassing my sheep. My eyes snapped open and I leapt out of bed – broken collarbone or not – I wasn’t just going to let the little bastards terrorize my sheep! I ran downstairs, turned on all the lights, as I exited the house MADE SURE I slammed the door really loud, and headed toward the pen and the garage. I opened the garage door and grabbed the shovel with one arm and started slamming it against a cinderblock I had in the driveway – making loud noises. It turned deadly silent. It was about 40 degrees, and crystal clear, the sky was loaded with twinkling stars, with an almost full moon. No more coyotes, Poor Willie and Rosie were standing out in the middle of the meadow when I went into their pasture. I don’t think they had ever heard coyotes before in their young 5 months of age – and they were trembling and puffing. I sat with them a while, and then went back in. I found late in the day there was a dead deer on the far right end of my property which probably drew the coyotes as it appeared they had been working on it for a while. I called the highway dept. and had them take it away. The coyotes have not been back.
Wille and Rosie had visitors on Saturday! They were enthused for a while, then sauntered off to eat more apples on the hill. Inez, Line and Inez’s son visited and fed the little ones – they all seemed to have fun, and there was lots of laughs! See pics!
The motorcycles are on the mend – parts being repla
It has been a little intense – I was told I needed can
More updates and photos to follow as I get the upstairs pulled together and slowly decorated!
Enjoy!
Oxox
Stacy
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