The last pigeon in the next flew today; she will be done by tomorrow. I think Zip is pushing the pigeons out of the farm; they are hanging around in the trees and on the barn rooftop, and they aren’t coming in.

I’m heading into Saratoga this morning to see a dermatologist for a routine annual check-up. I think Maria will be driving me, I can drive short distances, but am still a little wary of longer distances. This afternoon, a friend and carpenter, Dan Rogers, is coming over to see if he can replace our point-well water pump. It’s making strange noises, and we must surely fix it before winter.

He’s also going to help us figure out how to insulate Maria’s studio, which leaks at the bottom of winter wind. We’re asking Dan to help us build a small wooden room around the new toilet, which we are still waiting to get installed properly. We know Dan well; he used to manage the town recycling station, he was wonderful to talk to and work with.

We’ll stretch these three things out so we can plan for them financially. Dan is also refurbishing the horse trailer Casey Page is going to use for her new coffee and baked goods cart. I’ll be f following her dream with her.

 

The last baby pigeon is the next and last to leave the barn. When he’s gone, we’ll hole up the upper floors so the pigeons will have to go somewhere else. I loved the image; it stopped me in my tracks.

 

 

I bought two plastic pigeon-hunting owls to come and sit in the pole barn. Maria will stuff them with soil and rocks to give them weight. We’ll figure out where to put them. The farmers here tell me they scare the pigeons and often make them go away for a while. I think Zip will do the rest.

 

 

Hens in the Pole Barn, out of the sun.

Raised Garden Beds