Since settling into Wombat Hill, our weekends have almost all been spent outside. Long summery weekends full of sweaty work, hats and sunscreen. Mostly building. There is a never ending list of building requirements. Especially as more animals find their way here. I could really enjoy some quiet, rainy indoor weekends but I think we’ve had less than 3 of those in 3 months.
Julian says he’s sick of building poultry housing (he wants to move onto fencing so he can get his weaners and suffolks) – and yet there always seems to be a need for more :-) Last weekend we built a new house for the ducks and geese to share “The Pallet Palais”! Made from all blue hardwood pallets – given to us for free – it was quick but heavy to put together. Julian added beams to create a skillion roof and today I’ve been stapling heavy gauge chicken mesh to the inside walls and floor to make it fox proof. The we shall nail some reclaimed palings to the front – cut an arched doorway out of them (Julian says that will be easy!) and add a door. Oh they shall be nice and safe then. It’s been terribly gusty today, but in that blue palace tucked into the hedge at the bottom of the garden, it’s protected and peaceful. Not that the ducks and geese will care – the more inclement the weather, the happier they are.
We devoted yesterday to building the first of 2 “treehouses” for the guinea keets who are rapidly turning into blue helmeted guinea fowl. They will hold 6 to 8 fowl each and will sit atop posts in the opposite corner of the garden. Apparently guinea fowl love flying up to their house for the night. But at first they’ll be on the ground, surrounded by electric mesh, until we convince the guinea fowl that their houses are the bees knees.
Yesterday, as the day drew to a close, we had all tired of tools and planks, we stood up and noticed that it did look and feel a bit like autumn. The Japanese maples have all of a sudden started glowing. The apricot is fast dropping yellowed leaves everywhere. The grape vine leaves are toasting up and falling off. The tree near the goat yard is looking ever so pretty – like a powdery rhubarb. And no matter which direction we turned, the light was a rich syrupy golden, whilst the gathering breeze was positively nippy.
Yes. Autumn looks like it finally might be making an appearance. Come on! Come one! Bring your blustery winds, your day long showers of rain, your slow mornings and quick dusks. We’re ready!