s e v e n i s a j o u r n e y

Girls are home (except Victoria). Stephen will have to give you the reunion details, since I was out getting curry when all the nose-sniffing happened. We’ve got them in a separate paddock from the boys, who are hanging out at the fence line, even when the girls wander off out of sight.

We got them loaded with far less drama this time, although Boo still wouldn’t go up the ramp without a squealing, heels-dug-in fuss. Said hi to Victoria while we were up there — I managed to pick her out of a paddock full of 20-30 other Chilean whites, about half with blue eyes, so I can feel pretty good about that. She’s in good shape & Eric says he thinks he may have got her pregnant again, so maybe in a few weeks we’ll be going back for her.

It BUCKETED rain over the weekend, at times. Unfortunately, it bucketed INTO the conservatory, shoddy piece of work that it is. It looks like the teeny little gutter that runs along the outside is not only too small to deal with a super-heavy downpour, it’s not even sloped properly. Water just fills it up, and then either overflows inside the house or right over the door, which was not given the little strip of flashing to direct water away from the top of the door, either. Ugh. In between cells, Stephen got out with a power drill and put a couple holes in the guttering so the water would at least have that extra bit of outlet.

My shopping juju seems to be slowly coming back online. I’ve been looking for a dog crate and baby safety gates to help with the greyhound thing, and for more chairs for when we get the crowds of people over (particularly an issue on game nights). This week at the auction house, there were two baby gates, a dog crate, at least a dozen loose chairs in various groupings of one, two or four, and a couple of narrow bookcases like I had a notion to experiment with. The crate was too small, and the baby gates were part of a larger lot of useless (to me) baby gear, but I consider it a very positive sign, overall.