Throughout the past few weeks, Sam has been giving off occasional “hmmphs” about our brick pile:
I recently spent one of my morning research hours turning up some interesting info. It seems that the “JJJ” stands for Juan Jacinto Jova, who was a Cuban sugar-cane broker who moved to the Hudson Valley in the late 1800’s. He was hoping to grow sugar here, but failed miserably, and made the natural transition to brick-manufacturing. He bought a sizable Greek-revival mansion at Danskammer Point, and then tore the thing down to get at the clay underneath. I guess it was a good move on his part, cause his bricks are said to be pretty top-notch..
It was a pleasant surprise, indeed, to find something notably high-quality hanging around the property.
In other news, we have been anxiously attempting to prepare for winter. Sam has spent many hours chopping wood, and yesterday I caught this little bit of magic:
It sort of looks like he’s doing some sort of Ukrainian mountain folk-dance.
I guess he comes by it honestly.
Perhaps the most exciting recent event is the arrival of the tractor! Good-ole Charlie Brooks called the house at about 2am the night before to confirm the address we gave him, and then showed up about 8 the next morning..
I meant to get a good shot of Sam’s face when this thing rolled up, but I was a little too star-struck myself.
The chickens’ deluxe accommodations also got a little more deluxe this week, with the addition of a small run.
When it was finished, Sam tried to scare them into enjoying it.
I took a different approach, and tried to give them a pep-talk. They’re generally pretty quizzical when it comes to our little chats.
Needless to say, they remain hesitant. I guess they’re just staying true to their name.