There is never a dull moment at the Wayfarer!
A couple of weeks back, a ruckus started in the chicken coop. The chickens chased “Tootsie” all over the run and attacked her something awful.
I went out to check on the girls and to see what was wrong. The noise level was very uncomfortable.
I was stunned to find “Tootsie” looking really mangled. Feathers were missing from her chest, her comb was damaged – she looked awful.
When night time approached, all went quiet, but the next day the same ruckus. Mike and I decided to let the chickens out of their run, so they could separate and quiet down.
When Mike suddenly realized that we had 3 black chickens, not 2 like there should be.
Turns out his friend had smuggled into our coop a chicken from his coop. An ugly black, battered by a rooster, chicken by the name of Royal.
He thought it was funny, I did not! My chickens were traumatized for a couple of days.
Mike caught Royal, after chasing her through the bushes, in his pier fishing net.
She was picked up by her owner shortly thereafter.
As I walked up to Hummingbird (#6 for all who have stayed at the Wayfarer), a card was clipped to the door addressed to “Iris”.
“Dear Iris, I figured you would never forget the two ladies who traveled all the way from Florida for a wedding that got cancelled the day of.” –
Indeed, I will not forget these ladies, a mother and daughter who could not have been nicer, more appreciative or happy. They made the best of the situation and enjoyed this beautiful area.
I may forget what is on my personal calendar some days, but I rarely forget a guest.
I know – strange, LOL
On the rare occasion, when I have time to go into Frankfort during summer, I can never find a parking space. Neither can you.
One could be tempted to park in someone’s driveway, but that wouldn’t be prudent. Instead, you drive around and around, when lo and behold, there is a spot open, maybe even 2 or 3 spots.
You can almost always find a nice spot BEHIND City Hall and/or the City Marina a block west of City Hall. And when you discover these lovely spots, you get to walk through the tiniest of gardens to get to Main Street.
The Frankfort city garden
See the blue awning? Good – next to it is my favorite clothing store “Hull’s of Frankfort”
Today, a new guest told me that he loves reading this blog. I told him that since I rarely left the property, I didn’t feel I had anything more to contribute. But for all of you who are not following us on facebook, I could tell you about happenings in the area and news from the Wayfarer anyway. Let me know in the comments if you are interested in anything in particular.
Starting today, I will continue and see where that takes me.
I found and posted a picture of an oil painting of a stretch of M-22 around Crystal Lake, by David Westerfield to our facebook page. You should see it too
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????