- Penny, SuSu, Angus, & Fergus
So far so good…well, mostly.
My drive to beautiful Art-Isle farm on Whidbey Island, my home for the next 12 days, was uneventful and quick. For all that I feel so far removed, I’m really only about 60 miles north of Seattle. With an eclectic assortment of boxes, bags and a duffel filled with clothes I’ve tried to anticipate what I might need for this adventure. Laptop & printer-check; camera, tripod, cables, cords, charger, MANUAL-check; clothes-whatever; books-check, check and check. I even brought a bouquet of paperwhite narcissus that was in full fragrant bloom.
- Princess Phoebe
Arriving at the farm the first order of business was to introduce myself to HRH Phoebe, the fairest Poodle in all the land. Phebes is a bit fussy and finicky (or would that phussy & phiniky?). She’s very protective of her turf and I was a bit anxious about how I would be greated when I entered the empty house on my own. All was well and apparently I have been deemed worthy of walking, feeding and generally pampering HRH for the indefinite future.
- office to go
I set up my mobile office, made a cup of coffee and set off to view my barnyard brood: Angus, Fergus, Penny & SuSu the goats and 12 chickens. It’s a peaceable kingdom – for now. In fact, I think Penny and I have a special bond…either that or she’s trying to eat my coat. I thought her gentle head butts were quite affectionate.
- Penny likes me
The chickens? Well they’re chickens and they make me laugh. Ever watched a chicken from behind run around a barnyard? Me neither – it’s a riot! I got quite a scolding when at first I couldn’t figure out how to release the hens from their coop into the pasture. Phoebe was no help at all…and eventually I found their little trap door and they spilled out of their shelter all the while cursing me in chicken-talk and probably calling me names. Poor things, I am such an amateur! But I’m about to get an education.
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You’re a natural!
I’m jealous…it’s a fantasy that 12 days would probably cure…enjoy the solitude.
Hi Lorene – I thought about this post when we were up on Whidbey last week. Got the name of the farm wrong – thought it was Raven & Shovel. Oh well, maybe we’ll see if we can visit those cute goats/chickens next time! Looks like a lovely place and seems like you had a good stay in the country but didn’t need to import all the animals back to the city. I have chicken envy too sometimes but have never gone for it. I agree, it is probably just lust for fresh eggs.
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