I got close

But the day whipped past.  The boys  delivered the chickens to the abbatoir nice and early,  then while the Day Mother cleaned my endlessly busy kitchen we ran farm work until the hay started in the afternoon. It was a long day. We worked right into the evening.   And much later in the evening the boys and …

Not a Little

  Now which if those piglets worked out how to pull their fan down off the wall? Not clever in this hot weather. We lost Little yesterday. I mean literally lost him not the metaphorical lost that means a coffin. No. Hugo and I were dealing with some very hot meat chickens and in the …

Dying with the Full Moon

Sadly, Harlequin died yesterday morning. She just could not keep herself alive anymore. The scours have see-sawed through her body since the beginning, never really letting up and the poor wee thing just got weaker and weaker.  So she left. Pneumonia took her away. Short lives are not wasted lives. We know this you and …

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 …