Woods End – Up to 38 degrees celsius, when the thermometer took a sudden dive. Five minutes and it is 27 degrees C. Radio is sputtering and a little beep from the microwave tells me it has briefly lost its power. The ponies are looking happier and the wind is strong enough to foil the toughest mosquito or most aggressive blackfly. Now 26 degrees. No rain – the storm centre has passed to the north of us.
Peter is managing the delivery of a load of aggregate, gravel for the base of our barn. He has spent a week cleaning out the old horse and sheep manure, scraping the barn down to its floor. Now he will layer the floor with the aggregate, then we can build a tack room for the saddles and bridles, as well as the horse feed. After that, we will put down straw and the horses will be welcome in once again. There is a very large raccoon mommy living in the hay loft, with young kits, who so far hasn’t bothered with the horse feed. We don’t want to encourage her though, and would much prefer that she move elsewhere once the kits are grown.
Our birds come and go, as there are food supplies in the blossoming bushes and flowers in the woods and around our house, as well as an abundance of insects. The hummers visit us in the early morning, but sometimes do not even return in the evening. We hope they stay, as they are excellent bug catchers. The thermometer continues to drop, now 25.5 C.
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