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.
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69 responses to “Butt-heads Butt Heads”
Minty and Sheila head-butting. Just too cute.
The Shush sisters never cease to amaze me. Who knew pigs were so smart? I love the head-butting butt heads, too! LOL Sheila really does have a smile on her face. Wishing you the best in the Writers Digest contest!
You’ve sky shots do tend to be wonderful C. They already make me miss the “west.”
The skies out here are beyond tremendous, i don;t know how we all don;t have cricks in our necks from looking! c
You are connecting us in with the intimate workings of the farmy more and more, from the temperature, to your writing room, to the daily view. Those pigs are so bright! and beautifully well-trained. Good luck with the story. This is where your talent needs to go, definitely. Your temperature is still warmer than ours. Take a look at our spring leaves as yours fade:
http://seasonalinspiration.blogspot.co.nz/2012/10/lost-among-leaves.html
What is ironic is that soon we will have the same temperatures as you pass into spring and we fall into winter.. Like ships passing in a channel.. c
Exactly. And just after reading your next post, I have a feeling that today is the day. Ships in the night, passing the batten, rubbing shoulders as we pass in the market . . . all those things.
You must be the pig whisperer, c, such good little piggies they were! I love, love your writing desk and the wall filled with art.. what is the significance of the candle?? I’ve missed being here!! xx Smidge
It is a prayer candle. Isn’t it lovely. i have lit it to shine for a special new baby. c
Ahhhh…
Truly, only on Celi’s blog can one see perfect white roses right next to Minty and Sheila, making such a perfect montage 🙂 !
There you are Eha. Thank you .. it never ceases to amaze me that roses will even grow here, with our terrible winters.. c
Whilst reading you post… it dawned on me..where we are at the moment with my son in the bush (outback) there are so many stars to be seen in the sky…. when in the city with ny daughter…. so few… how the skies change when out of the city…
yes those city people do miss the stars, how wonderful to be in the outback where it is as open as it is here.. c
What is your desktop wallpaper? It looks very interesting. As is all of your post, really.
I keep meaning to change that actually, it is an old shot of Kupa and chickens outside the barn in spring.. back before Kupa even Had a tail to lose.. morning P.I. c
Lovely post,. Celi, loved the picture of your study.. you hang pictures like I do! and the piggie wiggies – pigs are supposed to be the most intelligent animals, and yours prove the point if we hadn;t taken it in with ‘Babe’.
I’m told that bacon sales went into a dive after the film Babe,. so many children wouldn’t eat it!
I love reading about your life, it has an innocence – to do with you and your clarity, and also your faithful loving companions
ERach time I read your blog I feel more a part of your world for a little while in the day – it´s lovely!