day 2
We made again the feeding tour. I guess this evening it should be almost automatic: we worked this morning more than 4 hours. I’ll do what they want, but I don’t want to volunteer more than 6 hours, when we were speaking about 4-5. And if you double with the work of Emilie… for one bedroom under the roof ..
I was talking with Emilie and she confirmed that she doesn’t feel a good energy from them, especially him. The best lunch in Canada:
– cheese from the hypermarket
– really bad ham, even me I don’t like it, but it was 50% discount. They said that they cut 4 pigs one month ago.
– except some bought carrots, there are no other vegetables.
– there were some mandarins but decayed. we ate good peers from .. Argentina. It’s not at all local.
– everything is bought: the marmalade, the bread, cheap juice, the fruits…
The food for the goats, pigs is bought. I wander if it is organic, I picked up the description. I’ll check on internet, when it will work, before 8 in the morning.
Today we seeded half of their garden, with seeds from supermarket. I used 1% from the envelope. I wander if last year they seeded something.
I am not happy at all. I think woofing is good for farming beginners, to get work experience. But me I want to learn a lot of things, not to do repetitive tasks. Another thing that embarrasses me, is that it’s us who has to do the dirty job of removing the sheet of the small dogs, and goats. I’ve never done it for my dog.
The biggest frustration is that we don’t do the work together. Today he walked the dogs, and then he showed me how to prepare the food for each goat, then he went to the hub to write some code.
She didn’t show us how to seed the plants, because she was driving her husband. This took one hour. She went to get food for the goats. And then she milked all the goats. It’s frustrating that we don’t work together. How can I learn ?
I’ll record all the operations and to see how much time.
Journée 2
La nuit a été courte, à 7h00 le réveil a sonné puis chaque minute il y avait un truc à faire: ranger la vaisselle, préparer les biberons pour les chevreaux (oui oui très mignons…), nourrir les cochons, les chèvres, les boucs, les poules et les guinea chicks – poules de Guinée.les jeunes cochons, changer l’eau chez tout le monde, ramasser les oeufs… H est directive, je sais combien on peut être débordé dans une ferme, ou se sentir débordé. La traite des chèvres a lieu le matin et le soir; on leur met un bol de nourriture devant la tête pour qu’elles restent calmes. A midi, difficile de savoir si on peut manger, H. finit par nous dire qu’on peut se préparer un sandwich, qu’elle n’a pas le temps de manger. Ce qui est dans le frigo n’est pas brillant mais on s’en sort.
Nous avons droit à une pause dans l’après-midi pour aller visiter Mahone Bay, petit village fondé en 1752 par des Ecossais, là où travaille N est un hub hyper moderne (il travaille à distance pour Oxfam en Angleterre). La baie est jolie et les trois églises alignées sur la côte donne du charme à ce petit village. Il fait très beau!
Nous mettons les pieds dans l’eau, après 20 cm elle est drôlement fraîche! Mais il fait tellement beau aujourd’hui. Après le repas du soir, c’est de nouveau la traite, comme il n’est pas très causant je n’ose pas trop lui demander si je peux essayer. On n’a pas encore vu leur fromage, ni leurs conserves. Je me dis que ça va venir.
He went with me in a gas station, he asked for a cupboard to write properly the desired destination.
He stopped right in front of the custom office. Then we continued our talk about ecology issues, about his business projects. He talked for more than one hour. And when I saw that it is already night, we started to walk to cross the bridge between the two countries. He came with the car in parallel, to give me his phone number, the American custom office was after his car. The custom officials stopped us, because for them looked very suspicious, that he hide us with his car, that they saw us talking for hours. As he is known to have a lot of land in the area, maybe we could have worked for him. So at 10 pm, me and Emilie we are invited to put our luggage in the custom office, we cannot touch any more our stuff. They asked us about needles. Yes, Emilie move her hand to show him. ‘Don’t move’, and the officer shows the gesture of a cocaine … No sir, we have needles for repairing cloths.