... because well before 8.30 am, the tranquility comprised of the usual early morning birdsongs and the ruminations of well fed goats were fractured by the roar of this mighty Yamaha machine
bearing the person of Chris [ occasional professional David-Carer] who had elected to spend his day off committing a chainsaw massacre of the dead trees that he had chopped down in the goat paddock while I was in hospital, thereby reinforcing my opinion that he is an asset to the area.
Now, as Chris-and-Maz can attest, normally any chainsaw action around here demands my participation as chief-picker-upper-and-carrier-of-dead-tree-bits, but not this time - the recent hospitalisation and ongoing [slow] process of recovery, y'know. So I basically futzed around in the house, made soup for lunch and generally proved yet again that I am totally hopeless at sitting around while someone else is working.
The net result after four hours of hard work - with no contributions from the recuperating person other than the aforesaid lunch and some petrol money - was the transformation of part of the goat paddock from this
to this and the incidental creation of a temporary play gym for Ruby and Rowan.
who informed me that there has been a noticable lack of caprine-centic coverage on the blog of late.
Fair comment I guess,
so here's a gratuitous extra pic: