.A cold day is fine. Or should I say a fine cold day is fine. But a cold day, though not too cold with a high of 29F (-1C), but with low slate gray clouds and a relentless wind becomes uncomfortable.
Yesterday it snowed on and off and blew without enthusiasm. 
So we worked in the barn most of the day. 
I tried to get a shot of Daisy through the dirty barn windows but she wasn’t having any of it.
I cleaned the pig pen again. While I was away the Shush Sisters got lazy and shifted their toilet inside and you know how I feel about that. I train the pigs as though they are dogs so I pointed to the smelly deposits and made them have a sniff so they knew exactly what I was mad about told them off in a disgusted voice. They followed me in and out, in and out, as I cleaned up with my shovel, making small squeaky apologetic noises. 
Queenie is adjusting, with good grace, to her new living arrangements with a more reasonable amount of fodder. She is such a solid wee heifer. But she is now living where Minty and Meadow were. So now I have the problem of how to arrange for Minty and Meadow to have access to shelter from the salad bar field, it is OK for now, but when it gets really cold I will have to do an evening shuffle to bring them right into the centre of the barn where there is a free pen.
But thats OK. There is no hurry. I have time.
Daisy is milking nicely for me now, her anti kicking apparatus is leaning on the wall as a reminder, but she is more settled, and her new pen works well. But there are some changes to her udder that are a little worrying. And as you know to farm organically we must pay attention to change in an animal, the idea is to get ahead of any infection. I am going to see if I can get her milk tested on Monday to make sure she is healthy although there are no outward signs of mastitis in the milk. This is not a good time of year to be ordering tests. I have consulted with Trapper Creek and she has recommended a homeopathic remedy called Mastoblast that I shall begin the moment it arrives. I can use this proactively in case mastitis is beginning to rumble.
Better safe than sorry as Mum used to say. She also used to say – a stitch in time saves nine. She also used to say if you don’t clean all those clothes off the floor of your room I am putting them in a rubbish bag and throwing them all out.
Good morning. Have a lovely day.
celi
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The Kitchen's Garden 
62 responses to “Cold wind blowing”
The Sisters knew that they could get away with being, well, piggy while you were gone. I bet the squeaky sounds they were making was pig for “Uh, oh!”
We’ve got some cold weather coming our way. Bundle up, Celi.
What a fabulous blog – and a fabulous life! Great pictures. I didn’t know pigs were meant to ‘use the loo’ outside – I’ve never really thought about it, on my brief visits to the local farm. So much to see here, will be back – and thank you for lovely comments on mine.
Only naughty or sad piggies poo close to where they sleep or eat.. mine were a wee bit naughty when I was away.. lovely to see you zekki! and welcome! c
My mother was also a fan of the black bag treatment. 🙂