Sunflowery

Every morning after he has fed the chickens Hugo hooks up the trailer to his beloved ride -on lawn mower, cuts about 30 – 40 stalks of sunflowers  and driving about the farm,  distributes them between the pigs and cows and meat chickens.  Like a summer Santa  without the hat.  Tima is mad about them, …

Sleep

There is not enough of it.  Sleep that is. This is yesterday’s sunrise through the fog. The air temperature was so unusually cool. But warmer temperatures are on the way. So we will be cutting the next load of hay on Monday. I will be bringing in a lot of hay this time, if all …

Have you noticed …

… That most of the time my images have nothing to do with what I write.  Do you think this is because often we are watching what we are watching but thinking of other things at the same time? Multi tasking in the thinking department.. as well as just plain multi tasking. We got piles …

Imperfect people

People, food, animals, laughter, and wine. The roosters trying to out do each other. The cough of big leggy grey herons trying to sleep  in the tree. (There are five roosting in there each night). The rustle of the pea-chicks in the cloak room. The gentle breathing of the dog beside the door waiting for me. …

Pouring by Sound

Every morning and evening I make milk for the calves. It is powdered milk. So once it is mixed I pour an equal amount into the bottles then top it up with warm water. I find myself pouring the mixture into the bottles by sound. Pouring by sound. You can tell when each bottle is …

Tomorrow

I will be back tomorrow. Yesterday was wild and crazy and we got through it all with bad Poppy breaking out of everything. Everyone having to be moved about so she could be relocated to a more secure space. She is deeply unimpressed. Pat is here. She is a delight and Hugo is being amazing and loves …

She’s BACK!

  Hop and Pop Poppy!  Back to her usual self already. And was found in with the cows when I did my rounds last night.  She merrily followed me and my bucket back to the field where Sheila patiently waited.  Though I cannot guarantee she will be there this morning. Hugo, my new guest worker, …

Hanging out

Last night – late – after a very long trip, Hugo arrived.  All the way from Avignon in France.  Just to hang out at the farmy for a few months. He is still sleeping. So today will be a bewildering day for him. The first day always is. And tomorrow Pat arrives.  Things are busying up …

Harlequin

Yesterday morning I went across to the West Wing to feed the four calves there and found that the little-ist one, who last week scoured so badly she was coating the walls in a bloody mess, was laid down shivering.  The nights have been cooler but not that cold.  She got up for her bottle then went …