Visiting Beeducked, sitting in the sun, getting my separator to work, choosing which of Beeducked's boy goats is going to have the pleasure of my girl, Caldi (it's Max because I love his spots) and meeting Blossom and Petal the large black pigs (not so large yet) and tickling their tummies. Oh and eating lots and lots and lots of homemade goat milk ice cream.
And, not to forget, waiting for the phone call to tell me number seven grandchild had been born. Instead I had a text telling me that they were back home, DIL had had 'some treatment' that wouldn't start things for 24 hours and they are going back to the hospital tomorrow. Baby is already two weeks late so I wish they'd get a move on.