It was bears again today, my body was feeling less enthusiastic than my brain, but I motivated the pair of us with hash browns and eggs. It was raining outside so Mel wore her poncho and I got the waterproof trousers and coat out, we battled up and made the short walk to work. Some of the others were less well prepared and were soaked upon arrival.
We had the bears finished in record time so we had some hessian sacks to clean ready for some enrichment. Not the most exciting job but the rain helped us out. We all wanted to get to lunch today as the newbies had arrived. First though it was time to see Rosey, Edie (one of the girls in the other house and a fellow English) had mentioned that Rosey was grumpy again today. She was right I went over to her as she was chucking her poo at anyone who walked passed. Luckily I escaped this treatment but she wasn't a happy gibbon, she didn't want strokes today she just wanted to throw things. I left her too it.
We returned home to find people had moved in but no sign of them, we checked out their bags and discovered their names. I made lunch and we resumed the position on the balcony ready for their arrival. I am not sure I would have wanted to show up with us too on the porch. We are both very similar and I have been told in my past I can have a bitchy judgemental look sometimes. Oops
Michelle and Birgit arrived shortly after we finished lunch. Michelle is an Ozzy and Birgit is from Germany. They are both pretty quiet but I can imagine it's more daunting than when we arrived knowing people are hear already.
The afternoon was spent at the farm again. We were doing so well with yet another path then it all went wrong. As it was raining the water was flowing full force down the farm. The previous occupants had got the drainage ditches the wrong way. We built two dams but the water was just two strong so we decided to start on redoing the ditches. Something we planned to start next week. Another credit to Dad here, all the times we made damns when I was a child have paid off, Mel's dad also did the same thing so we were little beavers and have now earned the new nickname of Hoe Beavers. A step up in the world from a common hoe some might say.
Luckily we had worn our gum boots (formerly wellies but I have adopted the Ozzie term as they out number us here) we were up to our knees in water, I was covered head to tow in mud splatters but we dug a full trench and the achievement at seeing the water cascade the correct way finished our working day off a treat. I have no idea what Michelle and Birgit thought when we returned home but we all ended the evening chattering away over dinner.
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