First my helpers “help” me spread manure in the garden . . . kids, this is serious . . .
Not a lot got done, if I’m being honest.
Corralling the chickens after they’d escaped from the barnyard proved fruitless . . .
The ducks had the right idea . . .
My husband spends the day productively building shelves . . .
while in the barnyard the animals and I wait and wait for Pixie the goat to have babies . . . she’s late.