Today was an exciting day for a couple of our smallest guests. Ted Bahry, a longtime friend, came to visit in his Jeep, and two little boys got the ride of their lives. Ted is a retired Marine who had extensive work done on this 1954 vehicle and it shows.
See for yourself
a ride in an old jeep
It’s time that I report on the chickens. So many guests have checked in these past few weeks who hadn’t been here since the baby chicks arrived at the Wayfarer.
These little, yellow, brown and black little puffballs grew into magnificent pets.
Esmeralda – she looks like a gypsy with a golden necklace
Tootsie – she sports 1 golden toe
Snow White – not as white as one might think
Murgatroyd – she’s the whitest of them all
Mrs. Brown – no description needed
and last but not least:
Grumpy – she’s mostly not too happy
Mike built them a gorgeous coup and run, well, see for yourself…
Sitting on grapevines enjoying some afternoon sun today
The coop was finished with the help of some [carpenter] guests who helped with the roof pitch design
Yes, they have a picture window. Not that they make use of it, they only go inside to lay their daily eggs
Ohh Ohh, and when there are less than 6 eggs some day, Mike always wants to cook one of my chickens. Does he not realize that they have names????
Some very nice guests of ours have shared their pictures from an outing in Frankfort.
It was a rainy kind of a day, yesterday, and no one could have guessed that, through the evening fog, such a beautiful picture would be possible.
If you click on the pictures, they will magically expand😉
The Frankfort lighthouse
Les White, the photographer, and his other half, Lori, also found their first morel mushrooms, AND, they had them for breakfast.
Dutchman’s breeches – beautiful
And there you have it – another beautiful day on the shores of Lake Michigan and in the woods of north-west lower Michigan. Good night!
I believe that I forgot to tell you about a concert in the meadow.
Last summer an older couple spend a week with us. Before they made their reservations, they asked if Mr. P. would be allowed to practice his bagpipes.
Guess what? “YESSssss, he most certainly can!”, was my answer.
Every evening at sunset, on his weeklong stay, he would march into the meadow and practiced a couple of songs. Our neighbors on Grace Road, all sitting on their decks, which overlook the Wayfarer, enjoyed and showed their appreciation by applauding – loudly
I stumbled across this blog post and thought that I should share it with you. Please click the link below and enjoy
A Drive through Sleeping Bear Dunes.
Yesterday, while taking care of our grandson for the day, I moseyed around the cottages, while the little munchkin rolled around in the gravel, collecting little rocks, and wrestling with sticks in the grass.
I started to clean out the flower box by The Goldfinch (cottage #2) and almost grabbed a Robin’s nest.
Robin eggs by “The Goldfinch”