Well, this is our anniversary week. Thursday, our actual anniversary, we went out to dinner, a high point…Yesterday, we went to the Caledonia Fair in Lyndonville, up in the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont. The Northeast Kingdom is still pretty rural, and so we enjoy going to this fair, which generally has a large agricultural component, along with the inevitable rides and sales booths full of mostly junk. The animal population was way down, though. Walter, of course, brought his own tent full of his birds, prefering to keep them away from the birds in the poultry house. He had pheasants and guineas of several kinds, and some chickens I’d never seen before, and peacocks…all looking good. The poultry house was pretty full of barnyard chickens, for the most part, and ducks, and rabbits, and, for some reason, a horse. So far, so good. The sheep and goat house had a few goats, including some Dwarf Nigerians which made me miss mine…(I really liked the goats, but didn’t like milking them, and overwhelmed with a bum knee and tons of expenses, I sold them. Probably, I should have kept them…but I couldn’t see keeping something that didn’t pay for itself. Some day, maybe I’ll try again. The sheep there were few and looked like crossbreds. There was one crossbred jacob ewe, fat, big headed, funny looking. And six or so plain ol’ sheep. Not a good showing. No swine; they had banned swine because of swine flu, mistakenly thinking they are related. And there were about half as many cattle as usual, only two teams of oxen that I could see…disappointing. A high point of the cattle barns was the brand new little bull, l/2 hour old, born there a little while before we arrived. Should have gone to the cow barns first! And another high point, which we look forward to, is the turkey dinners, home cooked food (as opposed to the “foodish” sorts of things, including deep fried oreos–blech–that are usually served at fairs). These folks put on a complete turkey dinner, all homemade, with homemade pies. The Methodist Church in Lyndonville has been doing this dinner at this fair for 72 years. It is always good, and the people are always friendly. I recommend it to anyone going to that fair. We also spent some time looking at campers, if you want to call them campers–great huge, motor homes, rather, sleeping 8, two baths, bigger than my house, in places, or so it seemed. One pop up but no smallish campers that you could actually pull behind a normal big car or small truck. Disappointing. I don’t dream about luxury homes on wheels, just simple campers.
Got home, did some chores, got dinner ready, and proceeded to get ill…some sort of intestinal bug. Not food poisoning, since I ate nothing John didn’t also eat and he was fine…Also, achy bones and nausea and general all over tiredness, in addition to the diarrhea thing. (More than you want to hear, right?) Well, at least I can’t say I got swine flu from the swine at the fair, since there weren’t any.
This morning, after dreaming that all the chicks were drowned in a pool of water in their tractor (in a fairly low place) in the night, and a second dream in which the pony was missing (we don’t have a pony, by the way), the cat was missing, the chick shelter was destroyed, the chicks and chickens dead or running around like a chicken without a head (Hah!), and the sheep shed out on the field (there isn’t one) was destroyed, with dead and injured sheep lying all over the place, I got out there this morning to find all well, except that the light bulb in the chicken tractor where the chicks are had exploded. I picked up the pieces, fed everyone, and am now back inside, where I think I’ll stay, taking it easy today. I have a new book to read by one Flora Thompson, called …hmmm…can’t think of it…it’s about the English countryside in the pre-auto days, though I’m not sure exactly when, turn of the century? Gladstone is prime minister…1880’s? 90’s? Not that good about history, though I do know that would be during the reign of Queen Victoria…but then so much was for so long. (It interests me that the three longest reigning monarchs–I think–in England were all women: Victoria and the two Elizabeths.)
While out there, I checked out the pig fence to see where a good place will be to put the green gates to contain them when Boz comes to shoot them, bleed them, and take them away, early next week. I think I found the perfect spot. Between now and then, I have to move the sheep, give rabies shots to the four little girls going with me to the Vermont Sheep and Wool Festival next month, take down fencing and mow, to clear a path for Boz’ truck…but none of that will happen today. Today, I’ll just look up the rabies vaccine and order some. I used to get it at my vet’s, but my vet has decided not to do farm animals anymore (no money in it!) and now has even decided not to supply me with meds when I need them. (In order to make a good profit on such meds, he’d have to order a lot…) I’m thinking I need to change vets which is unfortunate. I really like the vets and techs at Springfield Animal Hospital. But I can’t see going to one vet for the farm animals, since they make almost no money from me on that front, and keeping the money-making animals (pets) at Springfield. It seems to me only fair that the vet who takes care of my farm animals deserves to also treat the animals which bring in the geld. Decisions, decisions, decisions.
Okay, time to go lie down a bit and rest these achy bones. Hopefully, this bug will pass sometime today. We were supposed to go see Harry Potter 6 again tonight…now it will depend on how I feel. And we are supposed to go to a picnic (which I’m sure will be indoors, with all day rain predicted) at Cedar Hill, where John’s mother lives, but I suspect I will not be attending that either. No point in giving a bunch of nursing home folks the thing I have.
Summer is winding down. It was not light at 5:30 this morning! Some of that was the storm/cloud cover, but also, I notice it is getting dark at 8:15 or so, as well…That’s okay with me. I’m not all that fond of summer. Enjoy what’s left of it…