Once again, after a guest's departure the house seems very quiet. City Mouse has taken with her a variety of new experiences: milking a goat, watching the process of making cheese, turning her head to watch a car go up the road, enjoying a hamburger in a biker bar. Country stuff. I hope she will have good memories.
Inga, upset by the change in routine and not coming into the barn the day before, was a booger to milk yesterday with that overfull udder...it took a record twenty-five minutes to accomplish. I guess we all get set in our ways. The chicks in the laundry room are growing like corn in Kansas...one can watch them get taller by the minute. Where I could fill their feed trough once a day...now it takes three times a day and they are like ravenous wolves when I put the feeder down. I cannot yet put them in with the hens...they would be hawk bait...but it won't be any time at all before they've outgrown their temporary home and I haven't decided yet how to make the transition. If I can make it safe, they may move into Stumpy's old, covered pen.
It's back to the status quo for all us country mice.