Charlotte is doing a lot of heaving herself about, snapping at Sheila, hogging all the food and has taken to lying on her side taking up most of the bed. Sheila is being long suffering. Charlotte is unrepentant. As you would expect.
I have chosen the site for this years summer pig palace but it is presently under snow. Yes it snowed. And you know how I love the snow. I do. But the Shush Sisters will have to wait in their Winter Quarters for a bit longer.
Queenie Wineti loves the snow too. The rest of them spent most of the day in the barn. Good Authority (Author) has a very sleepy cats-eyes look.
Everyone has quietly talked me into opening all the barn doors to the pens so they can come back in. I will have to set to and clean the floors all over again next week, but the weather being so inclement, I feel better if they have proper shelter.
The Son of the Son of Neanderthol Man – We call him Bob.
He is not a pretty rooster.
Now, I need you to help me. Here is a shot of the underside of Kupa’s tail feathers, he was sitting on a rafter with his tail draped down behind him. See that pink that is not quite a pink, I want to create a stain in that colour for the kitchen cabinets in The Coupe.
But what would it be called. Pink is so … well pink and this is blowsier, a faded dustier shade of something. I like it. Just the merest stain though, too much would be awful.
Good morning. I have no way of judging depth of snow as it blew up some lovely snow drifts last night but it seems we finally got a proper dump of snow in the night, a nice drop of precipitation for the fields. Excellent. It will warm up into the 40’s today, so they say, which means it will start to melt into the ground where it belongs straight away.
Good morning. This week is a big week for the Coupe. Today if anyone can get through, the electrics will be finished, tomorrow the man will spray the insulation, then the next day (hopefully) the doors and windows arrive, then on to cladding and dry walling.
I hope you all have a lovely day. It is time for me to put on all my clothes and find my way out to the barn through the snowdrifts. I have told John NOT to start scooping the snow out until I have taken some pictures for you. See you tomorrow.