Nice, hot August day yesterday. It was all going fine. Then, the water shut off. This happens occasionally, usually with warning. But not yesterday. 5:ish on a Friday, no water. I waited for it to return. One hour. Another hour. Worried about the weekend, I went into town to see if I could see anything. There was a digger and a very long pipe being carried by a local water peep. They were working on it. Whew!
We have a well for backup and someday for year-round service, but the pump is busted. Worried about the animals, we called our fix-it guy and he came around to get the pump going again. Unfortunately he needed pieces to fix it and the shops were closed. Here in country France, the shops close. No 24 hour business. A bit more worry.
I contacted my friend and she told me a little diddy I did not know. When the water is out and you are a farmer with animals, the fire department will bring water to your animals. How fucking cool is that!? We could fill a couple of water dishes ( I say dishes, but my kids swim in them ) for the cattle. Turns out, the water was fixed just as our fix-it man was fixing the well. We all good. Then I flushed the toilet, washed my hands and made some espresso. No need to call the fire department.
In other water news, we have new waterers for the chickens which are okay. Definitely better than their plastic predecessors. Otto and Brent below constructing them. … as well as new feeders to save on food spillage costs.
Here’s the big bad boy sitting off in the distance as we chill into dusk. Jiggy, the fuzzle butt, sits close. Lumi sits away, guarding us from those aggressive owls.