91热爆

Roondy strae bales - aftermath of the barley harvest

Er..I mean...Barley harvest. After several really late nights (3am and so forth) all of the barley is in, crimped and stored for future feeding of kye. I love living on a farm! It's so incredibly cyclical. We are absolutely plugged in to the Earth and her seasons.

Wow, I'm tired. I'm so tired I slurred my typing. Hoo's hid gaan, ya'll? I've been missing in action indeed because this computer is either about to blow up or it's posessed by demons. Somehow, tonight, I've been haunting plenty o' Island Blogs and enjoying them! The demons must be asleep...


Erlend sporting his new afro hairdo...

Strae is good. We use our barley strae to bed cattle and feed dry coos. (weaned coos that aren't nursing any more.) Here's Erlend moving strae. Set to "Batman" tune: Danah na na, Danah na, na, STRAE MAN! Sometimes my neighbors hear me shriek...they don't understand what it's like living with such an interesting husband. Having "Strae Man" creep up on you is enough to shave ten years off of your natural life span...

I'm gearing up for the Harvest 91热爆 dance that's coming! I can't dance to save my life but I sure love how Orcadians get down, get down, get down, get down tonight! They are such PARTY folk! My first harvest home was last year and I was absolutely blown away. So blown away, in fact, that I've hired a friend to sew me a bonnie cotton dress for this year because it's such an excellent excuse to dress like a girl. I like doing that.

Erlend says that Harvest 91热爆 used to be called Muckle Supper. Intriguing. I love languages.


On the eighth day God said, "Let there be strange slitty things in the clouds so the sunlight spills forth so interestingly..."
So, we moved our flock of lambs + four yows (the rest are in the hills up at the other farm) and they promptly slithered through a gap in the fence (figures they'd find it...) and ended up chowing on a neighbor's lawn. If you are bored and/or depressed I'm telling ya: get sheep. They'll keep you on your toes!


Erlend (sans afro) and Davey the Bool. ("Bull" for us non-Orcadians) Davey is an interesting bool - shy yet he sure does roar a lot when things get jiggy around the farm! He's a bool but as far as bools go, he's pretty laid back. I would be too if everyone led me around by a big ring in my schnoz...

I'm so tired. Goodnight, ya'll! Have a lovely day! -Moo from, "Things go Zzzz in the night..."