There's always the chooks to feed, The Money Pit to build, the kids to control and the guinea fowl babies to catch!
Today we had an escape attempt!
As you know we have some brand new baby keets, all safe and secure in their cage with their two mummas. Since that infamous snake incident of January, we have had to fortify the cage with a layer of gravel and rocks around the inner edge so nothing can get in.
Today I noticed that one of the babies had dug out of the cage and was running around on the outside with the bigger birds.
A comparison with the great film Escape from Alcatraz.
As the baby bird is the star of the story, I shall call him Clint Eastwood.
Clint Eastwood spent some time running along the front and sides of the cage in a panic, tweeting "for the love of God let me back in....it's not that great out here", which I"m sure the other Clint Eastwood would never say.
He also ran with the big boys and thought he was very tough.
I ran around with my pink fishing net trying to catch a bird the size of a teacup, through the long grass.
I had my pyjamas on and I hadn't brushed my hair so it was nasty.
Actually all I needed was a tutu and I'd have a ballet.
Sorry I digress.
After a while, I realised that the only way to catch Clint Eastwood was to wait until birdy dinner time when they were busy eating their french white millet (which is like chocolate for guinea fowl because they go crazy for it) .
So I did what every smart Farmers Wifey would do and went to town and let The Hubbster deal with it.
When I arrived home, Clint Eastwood was back inside, amusing the other babies with stories of what happened on the outside and how he evaded capture for a good part of the day.
Secretly, I think he was rather relieved to be back home with his mummy.