The humans appear to be settling in, despite each of the older children having a bit of a crisis, it has been fairly calm at the Couiza antennae of the Funnyfarm. Ivor is saying bath (in his own way! he said 'that's a bath' most indistinctly. He was definitely looking at me hopefully at the time. He would live in the bath if it stayed hot.
The sheep have run away. Officially and unofficially. They have no bells. Oops. They ran away despite having food in their trough, so we can only assume foul play. I spotted a black dog wandering towards the farm the other day too... hmmm.
The garden is full of promise, and the sun has been amazing all winter. The lack of rain is remarkable. Added some straw to the deep layering chicken hut, and looked longingly at a few piles of future chicken manure... must collect them. That is a job I must do without Ivor's help. Oh yes. He would love that... He insists on coming inside the pen with me, loves the chickens but has a healthy respect for them since one of them got a peck in.
Ivor has his social gathering of the week tomorrow morning, activities (biscuit making, scarecrow creation, painting...) and rhymes in French and English, a snack together and some free play time. Lovely. Le Bébéclub de l'Haute Vallée de l'Aude
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