As Normal As It Gets

The festivities are over, the guests have gone home.  Life at Farview has returned to as normal as it ever gets.  Frank and Pearl come in to sleep on the bed again.  Larry brought Chloe, his beautiful, bouncy Boxer puppy, and the cats kept a low (very low) profile while she was here, preferring to stay out in the barn at night.  I had mowed before the party, but the weeds have shot up a foot overnight.  I heard a minor dispute amongst the chickens last evening and went to check on them.  A mother turkey had brought twelve little turklets to feed on the birdseed I provide and was warning the hens not to come too close.  There's always one straggler lagging behind the troop, yeeping at the top of its lungs, "Wait for me!"  Turkey babies lack the discipline of quail and follow mama in a loose-knit group.  Quail babies line up and follow like a choo-choo train.  Word of the free lunch has gotten out in the hummingbird community and the tiny guys are slurping up two quarts of "juice" a day.  It's time to get back on schedule and go milk the girls...back to normal.