Happy Halloween!
This year Kevin's going to be a Bonehead.

It's official, Kevin now has his Irish passport ! ! ! !



















Looks like an Interpol mugshot . . . . not his choice, theirs . . . . no teeth, no smile, no glasses!



















This week has flown. One day after another was filled with feeding animals, preparing for Science Week, and building timber tables by day then remodeling the Farm Safari website at night. Thank goodness tomorrow is Sunday - a day of rest from everything but feeding animals.

"We" changed service providers and hired a new creative force to update our website last month, and on Tuesday I was offered the opportunity to help administer our website, after the powers that be saw I was capable of becoming the administrator. I have been editing the content and will upload it all next Tuesday - so don't look 'til then, ha!

Wednesday my Mother, Dorothy, celebrated her 89th birthday! Yeah, Mom! Kevin and I found her the most beautiful present, an Irish knitted sweater. Mom looks so pretty in pink, I can't wait to see her wearing it.




















My dear little weanling deer are so cute. I can go out into their pasture now, call them to breakfast, and they will come to me. They follow me into the barn and wait while I pour the bucket of food into their trough.




















Yesterday, we had to stop everything we were doing and "treat" the group of deer that are out in the west pasture. When Kevin and I were feeding them breakfast we heard two of them coughing - a sign of lung problems. I'll spare you the nasty details of the disease (it's not all pretty on the farm) and tell you that IMMEDIATE measures needed to be taken.

Because deer need to be brought into the barn for treatment, and these deer were in the pasture farthest away, Brendan, Gregor, and Kevin had their work cut out for them. EVERY animal in EVERY pasture had to be relocated in order to safely move this group into the barn. Did I mention this was all done in pouring rain, and it was rutting season for the Red deer and being in the same pasture with the stags was dangerous? Oh, yeah!




















Two hours later, Kevin and I were able to help Brendan "dose" each deer, individually. I observed behavior of these deer about which I had only read. More than a few times, they reminded me of Lippizan stallions doing their flying kicks. One hinds (female) attempted to jump over the tall fence (from standing still), made it halfway, straddled the fence on her belly for a moment, then fell backwards into the barn enclosure. Whew!

It was dark by the time Brendan finished putting all the animals back where they belonged. We were all exhausted.

A fun project that we're all working on is making furniture from trees that were felled on the property. A farmer down the road has his own sawmill. Mostly larch pine, the planks are just beautiful. A huge table is planned for the upstairs room in the lodge and small tables are planned throughout the downstairs. This is the gorgeous new reception desk . . . .




































The "board" meeting for the planning and design stage.




















I hope to write on a more daily basis this coming week, but one never knows. Stay well and warm, my friends.