Butt-heads Butt Heads

This morning shot is for yummy chunklet who loves to see the sky and does not see much of it, marooned up there in the big city! The sun was still so low it was obscured by the Rat House. 

And a rose by any other name..

is a rose whose name I cannot remember but it is just the hardiest wee thing. 

Minty always gets down and head butts Sheila. Every single morning on our rounds they get together for this unusual hullo, and Sheila just smiles.  The head butt butt-heads. 

This shot is for my sister Gabrielle who wanted to know what I see when I am writing.  This is the desk in my summer studio. I did not tidy it for the shot.(obviously) The window to my right looks over Neville’s garden that is so full of weeds that I dread any of you seeing it!  I write every afternoon now that it is cooler. I am presently working on a short story for the Writers Digest competition.

You will remember that Eldest son put up two new doors in the Piggie Winter Quarters. They are solid wood. Very heavy. Completely draft free.  And you kind of have to lift slightly as you open them.  Well, I was having a weak day the day before yesterday.  I decided that instead of battling a door that makes an excellent wall, I would lead the pigs out into the quad and around to their back door. So after a serious discussion with the Shush Sisters about being good girls and listening to miss c,  I let them Out of their field and into the yard (completely unfenced.) Without hesitation they followed me very closely, right on my heels, chattering the whole time. We walked past the big open barn doors, around the side of the barn and through their, previously unused, outside gate and into the run where their warm milk was waiting for them.

That worked nicely that yesterday evening I let them out the same gate so we could process over in a nice controlled fashion. However without so much as a ‘by your leave’ they took off and RAN, straight past the barn, around the side, skidding to their left as they almost overshot their turn, and through their outside gate into their winter quarters.  Once.  I had only shown them the way ONCE, 24 hours before… good little piggies. Though for a moment there I thought they were running away. Oh ye of little faith I thought as I closed their gate.

You can see their back door on the East side of the barn in our Daily View. Just behind the white truck.  In the bed of the white truck  are drums of old oil from semi’s and harvesters that John will take out and reuse to heat his workshop this winter.

Good morning. We had a little rain in the night.  The tap tap  of water dripping into the water barrels was a lovely sound to wake up to.

Warm day.

And I spent most of it inside writing.

My father has suggested that I should find a minimum and maximum  temperature gauge that shows us the highs and lows of each day.  So I am going to investigate further. I shall hang it next to this one so it is still one shot. I quite like this old one.

You all have a lovely day.

celi

On this day a year ago my father introduced his bread recipe.

69 responses to “Butt-heads Butt Heads”

    • Morning Celia..I was very surprised at how fast they learnt their new track, hoqwever there were steaming bowls of warm milk awaiting them, maybe they were just following their noses! c

  1. You really can see Sheila smiling in that picture, they’re awfully clever piggies. And your study looks a lovely, homely, cosy corner to work in. And I’m glad to find someone else who uses the verb ‘process’ just like that because it’s been a very contentious issue in our house for a long time. 😉

    • As long as you process in a dignified manner, preferably led by a monk with a bell! Our procession had no bell and a little too much chatter and it would have looked surprising to a stranger!

  2. Hmm I was wondering about process versus proceed myself? 🙂 32deg C, clear blue skies here. What precious, clever Shush sisters. Laura

  3. Oh Phew I was wondering where the piggies were off to, too. I think they like to play – with our heads!

  4. I just love those shush sisters, and the interraction with the sheep is hilarious.

    I think that rose is Iceberg.. It’s pouring and 13C here today and Jock’s lit the stove.
    Have a lovely day.

  5. An amazing greeting those 2 have worked out for themselves, isn’t it? And like Claire, glad to see the pigsters were only beating a path back to their quarters and not the open country. This is the kind of stories Zia loves to hear. Your animals acting like pets, and very smart pets, at that. I’ll be passing this one along.
    Have a great day, Celi!

    • well you have saint cecilia obscured by a feather, a few family shots, the girls with a bike and a horse is a very old shot found in the bottom of a family trunk. Part of a coin collection that John’s grandfather passed on, a few original prints and etchings by friends, oh and a pastel of Johns mother when she was younger, i think there is only a corner in the shot. Very eclectic.. morning chris.

  6. Hi Celi! I love it that you are working on a short story! That’s exciting!!! Just wondering when you will be moving to your Winter Studio upstairs, and if you also move the pictures and everything from your Summer Studio with you. And I just love the Minty and Sheila shot! They are adorable!

    • There are more pictures up in the winter studio! I will be moving when it is so cold my fingers start to freeze to the keys!! Then off up to the loft above the fireplace.. not yet though. Once I get up there I must begin the BIG work again.. c

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