Look what my wonderful, lovely, thoughtful guests gave me in celebration of my 10 year Anniversary. It made me cry. Thank you Heather, Ginger and Kristin for making my day. Let’s pop open the champagne!
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Well, my relief was short lived this morning when we found a poor, little chick on the ground beneath the nest. It was on the brick floor and unfortunately will never know what it feels like to fly. I gently put it in a box and Amanda and I will have a burial service for it later this afternoon. I have to keep reminding myself that this is nature. But it still hurts. There are some things this city girl will never get used to in the country.
On a positive note, just after we noticed that one didn’t make it, another baby was on the ground. This one was hopping around, flapping it’s wings and following mama/papa. There are still two left in the nest and I’m sure they too will soon be taking that leap. Once out of the nest, they don’t really know how to fly. They will spend the next few days hopping around on the ground and learning how to fly. Of course, this is when they are most vulnerable but I think they will make it as we are pretty protected in our beautifully lush perennial gardens.
Will there be a Part V?
On Wednesday, May 15, I noticed a little head popping out from under mama/papa. It was still very cold in the morning and I didn’t think the eggs would have hatched yet. But apparently they did. A few hours later Amanda noticed two heads. And a few hours later, we saw her/him feeding them… all four. She or he (I think they take turns) would land on the edge of the nest with a worm in his/her mouth and all four heads would reach out of the nest and chirp for food. It seemed like there were constantly flying to and fro. Did you know a baby robin needs to be fed every 10-20 minutes? With four in the nest, that’s a worm every five minutes. And I still can’t figure out how she/he knows who got the last worm.
Part III to follow…
Spring feels like the shortest of all seasons and passes with a blink of an eye. Case and point… This is the third year in a row that a robin has chosen nest atop the light just outside of my office door. The first year we took her nest down because we painted the outside of the Inn. The next year she/he rebuilt it. This year she/he made a few modifications and reused the old nest. It’s pretty safe there but wonder why she chooses to lay her eggs there given the amount of traffic in and out the office door.
Part II to follow…
Eight years ago today I took over this quaint little B & B in upstate New York’s Finger Lakes. I was proud to own it then and I’m even more proud to own it now. A constant work-in-progress, the Inn continues to evolve, just like me. I’ve poured my heart and soul into this old house and in turn, she constantly gives back. Forever bringing me new friends and providing for me.
Thank you to all my guests, friends and family for your visits and your support. It’s been and continues to be an amazing ride… full of growth, challenge and great reward. Cheers!
I have to say I was just a tad nervous this morning to prepare breakfast. But, everything went as planned. The Baked French Pear Pancake was perfect. I feel like I am back on track. Maybe getting up on the left side of the bed helped.
Oh, in case anyone is looking, the Angell Room just became available for Friday and Saturday nights this weekend, 7/20 & 7/21. And the Barn Suite just became available for Saturday night, 7/21. We’ve been full for weeks but plans do change.
I thoroughly enjoy making new friends! In my current profession as an Innkeeper, I do it daily. And, I am fortunate enough to have many repeat guests. That feels even better. But, there is nothing like the feeling of meeting an old friend again… no matter how well you knew each other in the past. Thank you Sheila for visiting and for thinking of me. It was wonderful to see you again and to meet your beautiful family. I have a feeling we will do it again before 30 years go by.
Tori & Bob got engaged this weekend while staying in the Hotchkiss Room. Congratulations and best wishes to a lovely couple. Spring is most definitely in the air and Michael Buble is playing. Hmmm.
Conversations at the breakfast table were kept pretty clean, as clean as conversations can be centered around an Outhouse that is. But after the first cup of coffee or shortly thereafter, we were all good friends and conversation was easy, even about an Outhouse.
What you are seeing here is the inside of the Outhouse, also known as the Privy, with the front part if it taken off. I suppose on a warm, sunny Spring day like today, it might be kinda nice to take care of business outdoors. But, mostly the Outhouse brought up thoughts of having to go out there in freezing temperatures surrounded by snow. Imagine that. Conversely, it may have been even worse on a hot day. And what about having to go out there at night. Who knew what was lurking around. I think I would try to hold it.
I suppose it was pretty nice as far as Outhouses go. It had an east-facing window. It had a door. And, it had three seats. Though seemingly small, it was probably pretty palatial compared to single seaters. No real toilet seats though. Just holes.
We always tried to figure out why the Outhouse had three seats. Did people go in there together? Did they know each other or even worse, were they strangers? Did they perhaps bring reading material? Was the first hole for Monday, the second for Tuesday and so on? Despite the constant flow of new guests at the breakfast table, we usually had the same questions about Outhouse etiquette, but no answers. It really didn’t matter though as there was always lots of laughs.
Unfortunately, it was clear time and Mother Nature had taken their toll. The Outhouse had seen better days. It started to lean and despite propping it up, it was calling out to be put to rest. In so doing, we got a great vantage point into the interior and the seats.
Not only was it interesting to finally see the three seats, but they had lids and were of varying sizes. As if for Papa, Mama and Baby Bear (Mama Bear hole above, Baby Bear hole seen here). Maybe that was one of the answers we were searching for. Maybe they actually had different hole sizes for varying-sized bottom. Or, maybe it was family bonding time.
While I lived in cities most of my life, other than water rationing, I’ve always had indoor plumbing. However, the holes in my Outhouse do remind me somewhat of the bathrooms in Hong Kong. Although, those holes, while usually tiled, were ground level and we didn’t actually have the luxury of a seat.
I know this can be a difficult subject to read or talk about. If it’s difficult for you or someone you know, may I suggest two wonderful books… Everybody Poops and The Gas We Pass. This has been fun.