Co-workers, black and white
Havrå, del 10
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Havrå del 8
The rain, the rain eats
away at you. First to go is your cheer, then any extra energy and by
the time the callouses have been soaked and washed away from your
hands your spirits are broken. Or mine is at least. I just walk
around in my rainwear and do the work while I wait for lunch or for
the day to be over. And there have only been raining for a week. I'm
not cut out for this sort of place, not really.
I have said before that in
bad weather the work follow a steady routine. No surprises, no extra
work. Right now I would gladly bring in hey until 9 pm if I could
only a full day of sunshine, and when the sun decides to show up, I
know I will. You know, for obvious reasons the grass is put up to dry
in ways that allows it to dry even if it is raining. Most of the
grass will not see any water, only the outside layer will get wet. So
when the weather clears you don't have to wait for the sun to do the
work, the wind have already done it for you. With just a few days of
sunshine the hey will be dry and ready to take in to the barn. We
haven't had good enough weather in weeks, so when sunshine comes we
will have a shit ton of work to do in whatever window of nice weather
we get.
Havrå del 6
Now I understand the
expression “by the sweat of my brow”. My eyebrows can contain a
surprisingly large amount of sweat.
When its bad weather here
the work is predictable, we start working at 8 am and finish at 4 pm,
when its sunny anything can happen.
Havrå del 5
I thought I might get some
more viewers if I posted pictures of cute cats on my blog. So here
they are, or one of them at least.
There are three kittens
living on the farm where I work. They used to live inside the house
but this little busy producer of excrement and its two equally busy
siblings, plus two even more effective parents finally got moved to
the barn. So now instead of being lame house cats they are going to
grow up to be totally bad ass barn cats, who isn't going to take any
shit from any one and just do whatever the fuck they want. But I
guess there will be a year or two before they hit puberty and start
skipping school and getting into fights with the dogs. Maybe this
one will have to wear an eye patch if the ointment doesn't help.
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