Literally...I went to grab an oatmilk stout from the beer corral on a pantry shelf. Lo & behold if there wasn't the sad remnants of a victim of bottle conditioning. Luckily the storage buckets underneath the shelf caught the worst of it. And even more lucky is that no other bottles joined the fray. It must be something to do with the added oats. Or maybe just the stars aligned somehow. In any case, the beer is shaping up nicely.
Finally! I get to do my tiny pittance on the building project. Tar paper cutting and stapling. But now the roof gets cedar fascia boards, flashing and then roofing.
The lovebirds, chilling out in paddock #3. Interest is picking up again, and according to my calculations, the 20th is the next opportunity for Bob to earn his fee. Fingers crossed!
Finally! I get to do my tiny pittance on the building project. Tar paper cutting and stapling. But now the roof gets cedar fascia boards, flashing and then roofing.The lovebirds, chilling out in paddock #3. Interest is picking up again, and according to my calculations, the 20th is the next opportunity for Bob to earn his fee. Fingers crossed!
2 comments:
green spring and young cattle in love. there's a poem in there somewhere. Or at least a country song. :P
Can't wait to see pics of the finished barn hang over- looks great so far. Stella and Bob look like one cow in the pic :)
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