The visit happened but they got a call from their house during the drive down that the pump company had been contacted and told them where to find the reset button. Good save! Apparently the pump house is frequented by black widow spiders, so it took a long-sleeved shirt and gloves to make that important move to restart the pump.
A while back I transferred some large pumpkins to my daughter for her chickens. There was still one pumpkin left but it was on the porch during the freeze and was too spongy to seem healthy for the hens. When she carried it past the chicken coop on her way to the compost this morning all of the hens watched expectantly, disappointed when they didn't get their gourd. This afternoon I sent her home with a cucumber for them (something they also adore).
And another stray cat turned up on their property, not sure if it was a littermate of the one my daughter adopted last fall, but it was a friendly calico and was taken to the county shelter. Turns out the shelter had only one other cat at the time and someone the day before had been in looking for a calico.
Stories of spiders, chickens, and cats today, and I can see the influences of her being raised by a park naturalist mom who gardens.