The Corn Thief

Boo has  begun stealing ripe dry maize out of the field. They call it field corn here.

Oh yes! He eats it! He is one BAD Boy. Bad Boo.

Sheila is on a diet and deeply unimpressed.  Did I tell you that I have decided to breed her myself in January. I don’t want to risk another psychologically damaged sow.  I shall begin the research.  (sigh) I am so new to all of this. We were talking about it in the comments lounge yesterday. I am only six years into developing our own little farm out of an industrially cropped field.  Previous to this I worked in the film industry. I grew up on the beach.  The only things I ever really concentrated on as a kid was when a surfie tied a towel around his middle so he could get changed. Will the towel drop?  I was not born or bred to farming. Boat building maybe. Art and writing maybe. The stage and film definitely. But not farming. And now I have decided I am going to go breed my own pig. My father (who is one of the original member of the fellowship but is too shy to comment) will be shaking his head. The girl had such promise he tells his friends. She could come up with an argument for anything. Would argue black was white that girl. Now she is deep in research so she can breed her own pig because she does not trust the swine herd  to keep her Sheila safe and calm and gentle.

No Daisy has not grown a hump! Though we woud still love her if she did. That is the high point of the boot of the cows dining car, but it was slim pickin’s yesterday when I looked at what Camera House had collected.

I will tell you why I was distracted and did not take enough pictures. My Son Sam has been telling me for years that I should listen to talking books when I am doing mundane stuff. Like dishes and cooking and CLEANING! So a month or so ago I brought myself some breathtakingly beautiful red head phones. I could plug them into the kindle and  listen I thought.  They are splendid headphones but they are still in their box, sitting in a pristine state upon their soundless cardboard ears.  I move about too much.

Yesterday when I was in a certain big box store with the Matriarch buying printer ink for the local library, I spied some tiny kindle speakers. So when I got home I down loaded Cats Eyes by Margaret Atwood, plugged in the little red speakers and read a book without my eyes. Fantastic.  While  I loaded the pots with vegetables, restacked the dehydrator, thought about cleaning the ‘fridge (then thought against it)  and made the custard for the ice cream  and cleaned  and cleaned I was transported.   Days of preserving makes a mess of the kitchen! So you see. Thank you Son Sam.  Mama is a slow learner but you were right. Listening to books while I work is great. But I was inside cleaning way too long and lost the light for yesterdays photos.  Distracted you see!

And now Daisy has a hump.

And big ear piggie (no they are not named ) was shot straight into the light and turned lavender.  But who can resist those ears!  Poor luvey!

Do you see that little table in the picture above, that is the bee table, it was swarming with hungry bees yesterday.

and there are thistles in my fields… back to work everyone!

You all have a lovely day.

your friend on the farm, celi