Every day dawns anew, washed, shiny and ready for living in.

Every day there is a new dawn. Every day. Everyone gets one.

It is true. No matter what troubles we are dealing with,  we all get another chance tomorrow.

Yesterday the farmy woke to a little  snow and more of the deep chill.  Not as deep as some and certainly not as much snow and ice as many. It is just us. This is how we were. Cold.

A bit chilly.

Mama and I lived to see another day. Moments after I put the call through to the vet, she cleaned. Three more long dead little fetus lambs and all the other extras.   The vet said we will see how she is tomorrow.  She has had her shots and I shall continue her home made electrolyte regime. Mama is still very shaky when standing, but is doing better by the hour.  She is an old girl, but determined, we will see what today brings.  But her breeding days are over. She can be the old gran on the farm now.

The general consensus is that  she is old, she has had too many multiple births,  not in good condition when she got pregnant, out on the fields and not coming in for the good hay and her minerals, much further ahead than the others and  I was on the couch with my stupid injury and did not notice. Evidently with many sheep, a ewe will abort rather than allow the fetus to drain the mother unlike human babies who will drag all the iron and calcium from their mothers body and thrive regardless. Like many  problems this was a collection of things that I missed connecting until it was too late. The farmer cannot afford time off.

There will be tests to make sure, but it all makes sense.

She held these dead babies for at least four days, this is why it is taking her so long to rebound. I hope she does.

The Duke of Kupa is doing the gapey mouth thing again so I have begun the second half of his worm regime.  But his tail has begin to grow much faster in the last few days so I think that he is more well than he was.

Queenie is just, well, Queenie, lovely.

Tilly and her older sisters came in out of the blowing  snow , then their door froze shut overnight,  and Tilly was the loudest at complaining about it.

The big red truck has been hooked up to the Stock trailer. Two of the biggest plonkers are off to the abbatoir today. It will be an early start for everyone.  As a last supper they had a bucket of kitchen scraps from the local pub. So, thank you fat piggies.  You will be feeding some of my favourite people and their families.

Speaking of growing food we had fried chicken from the farm last night. I have never made fried chicken before.  Dredge in seasoned flour,  then egg,  then seasoned flour and into hot  oil.  It was deceptively easy. Now to work on variations!!

‘Lucky we are, to know we are so lucky’.  Because for all the troubles we have, we are so very lucky to be able to grow our own good clean food.

And remember, if you are close by, or even a few hours away, there is land here, you can grow some food out here too.  It is my absolute pleasure to be able to feed people. Whether from my kitchen or my fields.  There is always a way.  If we can’t work together, how can we expect governments, or countries to work together.  It can be so easy if we choose to allow it to be easy.  Small is good.

And when we see how long it takes to grow food and how much work goes into the health of our food, we eat more responsibly.  Waste is practically eliminated.  More practical.

Have a lovely day.

Love your friend,

celi