A one legged rooster is not really one legged

The chooks, roosters and the guineas swap feet when they are standing in the cold, one foot up, then that foot down and  then another foot up,  like a wee boy in his thin pajamas showing too much ankle on the cold bathroom floor desperately waiting for the toilet. Hurry UUUUP! His feet taking turns being tucked into his feathers.

Or they just sit on their poor cold feet. The birds, not the boys.  The peahens don’t though, which I find interesting.

Mama looks so small as she stands amongst her daughters.

Meadow in the middle and then Our Noisy Tilly. Noisy, Noisy Tilly.

Naughty Pregnant Daisy! Running. Running! When things are so icy.  She terrifies me when she gallops around. Daisy has been known to run around a field and then jump a fence, especially electric fences. She takes great pride in jumping those. Daisy’s calf is due in the middle of March.

Queenie Wineti waits quietly for the hay to be doled out,  Queenie’s calf is due at the beginning of May. Queenie has never been known to jump anything.

TonTon on the other hand  jumps gates, do you think he is putting on weight?

The Matriarch’s dog  Joey has come to stay while she is travelling. He is a feisty little thing.  Don’t feel sorry for him – he can hold his own with the other big bruisers.   So we had a proper Boxing Day walk, the dogs and I,  to try and wear some of the Feist out. Boxing Day is not right unless you have a proper walk.

Our Sheila tore her blanket to pieces the night before last.  This in itself is not unusual for a pig (though she has slept under that blanket for quite some time now)  but the most unusual thing about this is that she took all the little pieces and carefully built them into the walls of her birds-nest bed. During the night.  She must have been very busy all night.  It was hard to get a proper photo for you, but she has barn walls on two sides of her room (and a door to the outside that I only shut at night but she can still come and go)  and every afternoon she pulls all the straw in her sunroom up into a high bed, in preparation for the cold night and rebuilds the outer two walls with straw, then she lies right in the middle, in a big dip.  And now the walls of straw have little shredded pieces of old sleeping bag imbedded in them.  When she is building her walls she picks up the straw in her mouth and carries it to its designation. So I have to conclude that the pieces of blanket have been thoughtfully placed.

Clever piggie.

Have a lovely day.

Your friend on the farmy,

celi