As we got up and started our regular break-fast ritual. Which consist of Dad waking us to coffee. Mom, crawling out of bed and trying hard to open her eyes. Breakfast as a family is a ritual in our house. But sometime I just want to hit snooze. Mr. J and the littles enjoyed double yokers from our loving hens. While I ate a toasted english muffin with rf cottage cheese, 1 tblsp of pb, 1 tsp of raw honey and a dash of cinnamon. I tolerate cottage cheese. But this wasnt bad. What was, was listening to Mr.J and his scarcastic Curddled Milk attitude. He always gives me grief. Well, I am making it. I started an intense training program. I think its intense. Well, the weight are kicking my heiny. The food has for the most part been excellent. It seems as if I eat more now than before.
The littles and I are deep cleaning and decluttering our world. Hanging picture and art work. Last night we headed down the road to pickup some spoiled hay unfit for animals consumption. The idea is that it be scattered in the hen house. Scattered on the potatoes, carrots and when winter hits all the garden beds and berry beds. We have a long list of To-Dos. One is processing the beef sitting in our freezer. We are in the works of building a decent walk in freezer. But we still have a log home to think about. Our bear problem is still about us. It seems that they are sticking around because of the herd of elk that bed down below us and calf. So I feel that eventually we will have some more trouble. For now all is quiet. Our stellar bluebirds are visiting us all day. We are also having a guest in a week. My father Ron is coming up. It will be nice as we havent had guest in a long stretch. And I get homesick for family all the time.. Its getting better though, as we get a little more settled here. I need to run tons to do and not enough hours in the day~! We are saying prayers for a certain family member.
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