We have the most entertaining little red squirrel living in the pine trees across from my kitchen window. Over the summer he methodically took every piece of tassel off one of our deck chairs. When he ran out of tassel to filch, he proceeded to take apart a shop towel. Somehow, though, he lost his patience with the slow process of pulling strand by strand, he proceeded to yank on the towel until, finally, it dislodged from where it was wedged in the John Deere trailer. He grabbed the shop towel and shlepped it up the maple tree. It was the funniest sight because the towel was about 4 times the size of this tiny squirrel.
Fast forward to today. In front of the chicken’s run, there is a little toy shopping cart – a guest must have left it there, and we haven’t put it back into the sandbox. So there it is and there are the chickens. Somehow, now there is a shop towel in this little shopping cart as well. I have no idea how it got there or who put it in there. The squirrel comes to get this one too. But the chickens will not have it. There is, at this moment a dance going on where all 3 chickens are hovering together right there where the cart is, spreading their wings to scare the squirrel, and the squirrel is jumping around like a boxer in the ring, trying not to be seen or shushed away by the hens.
It is the most entertaining spectacle and, how could it be any other way, I do not have a camera ready to go and my phone is out of “juice”
The chickens have been making too much noise in the mornings. I now let them out of their run as soon as I climb out of bed and have my first cup of piping hot coffee.
Today, as I was walking by The Robin, aka #1, I see Esmeralda sitting under the sink beneath the hostas. I was afraid that she wasn’t feeling well.
About a half hour later I stopped back to check on my sweet Esmeralda but she was no longer under there.
the sink in front of #1 (The Robin)
I needn’t have worried. What I saw instead was too good not to write about. Especially since I have been complaining about the girls being lazy
18 beautiful eggs
18 beautiful eggs
The little stinkers, I bet there are a few more nests under some trees here and there…
Quite a few of our guests think that the Wayfarer got its name from the title of a book. Quite a few of you have sent me these books. Once, even, a box with 10 of them arrived. They were beautifully gift wrapped, one by one and numbered. 1 copy for each cottage. They had been found, purchased and wrapped by Douglas David – the painter who is responsible for our logo. And just recently another book found its way to our mailbox; this one from a sweet family that has been here only once so far, but they’re coming back this summer 🙂
Until the 70’s (I don’t know the exact year) the cabins were “Benson’s Fisherman’s Cabins”. Later they belonged to the Pattyn family. Guess what they were called then. “Pattyn’s Place Motel”.
In 1983, Andre and Walter Emig bought the place and named it “Wayfarer Motel”. And they named it after a figurine named “The Wayfarer”. A wayfarer, of course, is a traveler but this one looks like a hobo.
This past weekend I got to ride in a Model A.
It seems to sport the original paint.
It was not shiny and new and polished.
It is still used as a working vehicle.
Here it is