Don't you love it when you make new friends when you are least expecting it? Last year we had a group of men stop by and ask if they could hunt on our farm. While we don't usually accomodate such requests this seemed like a trustworthy bunch so we gave them the ok. They came back one more time during the season and at that point I invited them to be our guests this year at our little house next door. They took us up on the offer and showed up this weekend and hunted from Prescott to Pomeroy and back again. Doug had a great time hanging out with them in the evenings at the guest house and throwing back a few beers or whatever it is men drink. And then last night the chef of the group, John, invited us for a tantilizing dinner of roasted duck served with bacon and parsnip. Who's ever eatten parsnip? Not I says the farm girl! But the preperation of the bird and the perfect combination of spices made it a memory making feast. YUM! And it was topped off by interesting conversation with these three men and a couple bottles of wine. Fun evening.
With nothing much more to report I will leave you with some images from this evenings chore time.
Max keeping an eye on anyone coming and going on the farm.
Dandelion helping himself to a bite to eat from the hay wagon.
A princess tending to her royal duties like feeding the chickens.
...giving love to the horses...
Proof that Jesus is alive and well. Bitty in the background. 
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