Some have asked if F&R had printed it as I wrote it. The answer is no. I had submitted detailed daily activities. Had they printed it all, instead of our story covering 5 pages, they would have had to dedicate the entire issue to Mulberry Lane Farm. However, they did an excellent job in editing, keeping the story line true to what I submitted.
The same holds true of the photos taken by commissioned photographer Kim Theil. Kim submitted tons of photos and obviously not all made the cut. I've included some of my favorites that reached the cutting room floor.
For those interested in the unedited version I have added it hear. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. (Easy to say a year later when the memory of the daunting task has faded.)
I’m off to work, but not on the farm. Did I fail to mention I work for a business consultant in Appleton too? I wouldn’t be able to if it wasn’t for our farm manager Cindy Isajiw. Farmer (a term of endearment everyone at the farm shares) Cindy oversees the people end of the business including admissions of our walk-in guests, greeting the teachers and assigning the tour guides to their school groups. You name it, she does it.
Do you ever have one of those mornings where nothing goes right? First, instead of savoring my morning cup of coffee, I shared it with the papers that lined my desk. After cleaning up the mess, I turned on the computer to check the day’s weather. Four and a half inches of rain fell Thursday with another two inches in the forecast for today. Not good. Next onto local news and learned our bank had been robbed by gun point and it was within an hour of my visit yesterday. That was a little too close for comfort. Then Farmer Cindy called the house to inform me that last night’s lightening must have taken out the charge card machine. Before I even hung up the phone, Pat yelled in the door that the car had a flat tire. Continuing at the computer I logged into our bank account only to find we were overdrawn! (Can I blame the robbers?) Finally, as I walked into the bathroom, my well-earned gray hairs were suddenly screaming at me!
Exhausted from yesterday, my inner alarm clock didn’t go off this morning. Pat woke me at 6:00 wondering if I was okay. He knew I had a full day ahead and was concerned to find me in bed. How thoughtful of him…but I would have rather stayed asleep. This 55 year old body is feeling its age.
Our weather has been crazy this month. It started with record rainfall and now we’re dealing with record breaking heat. I’m anxious to see what the end of the month will bring, snow?
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As the saying goes, “birds of a feather flock together.” Do they? The power of imprinting is amazing. One of our free range guinea hens laid eggs in a turkey hen’s nest a few years ago. It was the turkey hen who sat long enough to hatch them. The one surviving guinea keet was raised in the turkey pen and bonded with her new family.