Before the party began, we moved the Minerva Louises into their brand-new CHICKEN TRACTOR!
Some were happy to be carried to the new place.
Others were less cooperative.
Eventually, all twelve hens were happily scratching, flapping and practicing their "roosting" skills in the new tractor.
With that task out of the way, time to set up for the party!
The women set out food, the menfolk tend the fire....a traditional division of labour, if somewhat untraditionally enacted....
Guests arrive, bearing food, ready to share the bonfire and the beauty of the day!
At this point, please refer to YESTERDAY'S POST, where several blogfriends described in yummy terms the "virtual feast" they would share with us at the party, and add those mental images to the party table!
Jim also opened the first batch of home-brewed beer, which he (very kindly) named after my horse: "Fiddle Brown Ale." Fee didn't get any, though. She prefers beetpulp anyhow.
Cassie loves burnt hotdogs.
Jack likes marshmallows, any way you fix 'em!
Bella likes the chickens....oooh, no chicken-chasing, B!
Old friends were happy to catch up. My horse-girls have grown so much (and they're prettier than ever, too!)
Jim's classmate from high school. They're planning a fishing trip in July. Yay! (bring me lotsa trouts, you guys!)
food, food, food.
Horses: not thrilled about hot dogs, thanks.
We finally woke them up so people could admire them.
I thought my horse looks tall standing next to ME. Egad.
Hana is such a cute little shrimp.
Puzzle, a.k.a. "Sir-Not-Appearing-At-This-Party" provided a talkative escort service to friends using the bathrooms. His motto: "nobody should pee alone."
So: now it's official: LET THE SUMMER BEGIN.
Life, it's good.