To be continued.

 Early morning in Tuscany and the roosters are at it. I went to bed super early last night as I did not sleep at all the night before. Around 10 a knock came to the door and the girl that is the waitress wanted to know if I wanted to eat dinner. I think they were all waiting for me.
She is an interesting specimen . She is about 20 or so. She has long curly black hair. She's very pretty and vivacious in that wonderful Italian sort of way..she wears the tight clothes, but her voice is truck driver deep. It's surprising when I hear it. She's an interesting combination and would make a great portrait subject, but that won't happen.

Yesterday, when I was taking photos at the end of the day, I walked out into the field with the pony that was free roaming with its parents. The light was so beautiful and I wanted to try to get some macro shots. I gave the pony a nice gentle pet for a few minutes, talked to it nicely...and when I went to change the expose on my camera, he came up behind me and nipped me behind my knee. I have the worst history with horses. I know they can sense my fear.well, I was not going to be fearful of a pony, so I tried again. This time I was standing face to face with him...he, being shorter than me and you can only stare face to face as their eyes are on the side and you really can't stare eye to eye. Well, I tried to ready the camera, but he kept coming at me. I put my hand out to stop him, but he just kept coming at me. I got some shots but it reinforced my feeling that I won't be riding horses again. There is something about me that they intuitively pick up.

It was fun milking the goat. Late afternoon the 2 girls that work here during the day asked me if I wanted to see the goat milked. There is a girl staying here with her boyfriend that is Greek , she speaks perfect English. She is very much like the other 2 girls that are worker. I think she was talking with them about the goats and was saying how in Greece, they drank goats milk. The 2 Italians were put off by that. They do make cheese from the milk, but would not drink it.
So they were going to try. They milk this goat every 2 days, they have to wrestle her to the wall and shoo all the other goats out. Her son, Stevie kept coming in as he felt that it was his milk. So we all took turns milking her.
Then they went inside and boiled the milk for 10 minutes. After that, we had a toast and drank it. The 2 curly haired Italian girls were squeamish, but the Greek girl and I drank it right down as in france I eat goat cheese, goat yogurt, all kinds of goat products. I said it made me want to take a nap.
The one girl is interesting. I guess she would be a farm hand. She takes care of all of the animals with the tall boy. She is very boyish with Shirley temple hair, but an earring in her lip. She also wears the tight clothes and is very masculine.
Her job is to shift the animals around, clean put pens, feed them and then put them to bed. She lets the goats out 2 x a day. They make a run for an area here there is a fig tree behind their enclosure. Then , later, she has to shoo them all back in their home.
She lets some horses out into pastures, releases the little family of horses...they roam all over, eating. She puts the donkey into his big enclosure..he roams fee at night. All the animals stay outside except the little poodle, but she is only there during the day with the girl that works inside .