Well, I could show you a few pictures of where we may of may have not been in the past week, because I'm going to have to rely on them in order for me to figure out what happened the past seven days.
Paul went fishing on the river and brought some trout home. They were promptly smoked and eaten.
Paul spent more time on the dozer, downed some trees and cleaned out another area where we'll be able to add more raised beds for the raspberry / blackberries and hazelnut bushes.
Not sure if he's going for a hugelkultur kind of thing or if he is just using the logs as a bed border because he's sick and tired of chopping & splitting firewood. The logs will serve two purposes; to keep the compost/dirt in and to to keep rainfall from washing down the hill. He hauled a truck load of kind'a composted mule poo and shoveled it behind the logs, but the chickens have already scratched and scattered most of it to oblivion. Not sure what I'm going to do about those darned chickens; I'll never have anything planted more than ten seconds before they decide to scratch it up.
This weekend I sold New Goat's buckling to a farm where he will have the company of about a half-dozen other ladies to keep him happy. I've also sold the remaining three kids and am just waiting until they're ready to be weaned and sent off to their new homes.
Oh, and the ultimate excitement for the weekend was this:
Although Paul did pitch a fit about me being a horrible mother and letting our daughter fall off a sheep. Yeah, she fell off (although technically, EVERYONE falls......that's how you GET off the sheep!) and cried because she got a mouth full of arena dirt. The entire pre-Mutton Bust'n time, she was all like "I wann'a ride the sheep!!!" and then after her sheep riding stint, she was all like "I don't wann'a ride the sheep!!!".
By time we got home that evening, she was back to "I wann'a ride the sheep!"
Women. Just can't make up their minds!