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
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All the animals are so funny and unique. I love the sheeps’ skinny little black legs…like those toy sheep made of wood, with black sticks for legs and fluff for the body. And Daisy running is beyond blissful. If that’s not the manifestation of pure joy, I’m not sure what is! A happy, happy day to all of you, two-legged and four-legged (and one-legged) alike!
Lots of legged, it is going to be a beautiful day on the farm, we have sun!! Morning Charlotte..c
Good Morning!!!! Good to see everyone enjoying the weather for a change! My squirrel has competition for his food now!! Blue Jays come a callin’! 🙂
Sheila you are such an intelligent and industrious piggy!!! Great architect you are!!! So impressive! 😉
Cows jumping fences! And the cow jumped over the moon!!! LOL
Happy Boxing day one day late!!! I love the history of boxing day! My Canadian friends say it has now turned into our Black Friday!!!!! My goodness how people love to shop!!! Even when it is bitterly cold!!!! Yikes!
Today it is warmer! Feels great! Was out and about this morning!!! 😀 Loved it! But tomorrow it is back to sub zero weather once again…brrrrr….. 😦
All the pups look very happy on their walkabout!!! 🙂 It helps with the cabin fever….for sure….uffda… Ton looks like he has put just a tad! LOL Us too!!! Oh no! When spring rolls around he’ll trim right down. A little extra does keep us warmer! 🙂
Have a great day Celi and please give Marmalade some sugar from me!!!
Hi to all the farmy and fellowship!!! (((Celi)))
p.s. Can’t wait to see all the babies!!!!!!! Loved the photos very much today! 😀
There is quite the size difference in Mama and her daughters. I love Tilly’s curl by her cheek. Is her wool a different texture than the others? Or does it look different because she is younger?
We had a cow that loved to jump the fences. She would have been an excellent steeple chase contestant. She wouldn’t jump for roughly the last two months while pregnant but any other time she was hopping over the fence. She never went very far and would usually go find someone to let her back in the pasture through a gate. She much preferred returning through a gate but if she had to she would jump back in with the other cows. Her name was Hilary, after the mountain climber Sir Edmund Hillary, whom I had read a book about right before she was born. Dad told me I was not to name any more cows after mountain climbers. From yesterday’s Adventures of Daisy the Unbenevolent Milk Cow, we also had some cows that were very talented at openning gates, door latches and untieing things. It ws especially strong in a set of three sisters, with the youngest sister being the most talented. Their mother was no slouch at door openning too. The youngest was the most talented. She even figured out how snaps worked and could use her tongue to undo them along with lifting latches. She was in the show string for a few years and we use to tie her 3 ways, one rope halter, one halter with a snap on lead and a neck chain. Otherwise we would be going to retrieve her from somewhere in the barn multiple times, usually from someone else’s feed supply area. We would often get asked if she was mean or violent because of the amount of rope on her. Nope just a really talented escape artist. We also had to put extra ropes on whatever cow was standing next to her because if she couldn’t get herself loose she would work on her neighbor. She was the most easy going cow though, would do anything you asked of her. She loved my sister that owned her, would follow her about like a puppy, a 1600lb puppy.
Wow, you have had some interesting cows, I hate it when they jump when so pregnant and Daisy will gallop with a vast belly and full udder,terrible to see, I will tell John about Hillary she sounds like a great cow.. c
Such a wonderful good morning dose of farm life – the pics today are especially revealing. That blanket nest is something else.
“Boss” galloping around, what a naughty cow….I am worried too !! She has those
crazy long legs which I am sure operate independently !! yikkes
Your snow has all but melted, I see.
Love that pic of the dogs in the tall grass.
[…] gift. So, Kevin donned his running shoes and headed for the hills, whereas I had the same idea as Cecilia and went for a Boxing Day walk, maybe just to remind myself just how beautiful the glen […]
Does your rooster COCKADOODLEDOO every morning? And isn’t Sheila the artist building a collage with strategically placed bits of cloth. I see Big Dog isn’t the only one sporting a parka. I suppose TonTon eschews such rainment, interfering as it would with his show-jumping skills. I remember the expression of his face when he was wearing his kingly robe indoors. I love the kink in Daisy’s tail, but can only imagine how scary it is to see her at full gallop–and in her condition! Very scary. Lovely sunny day today. I’m dogsitting for Fritz a schnauzer., which means walkies.
We have five roosters and they start crowing very early but it is a nice sound. comfortable really.. c
As with the lady above, I love that picture of dogs walking in the long grass….I like all the pictures for their stories, but that one looks …just very good:)
Thank you for letting us in to see the wonderful critters today. Love Daisy and Sheila, clever ones, for sure. Now, you did tell your guest doggie that Marmalade was not to be roughly treated or bitten, right? Especially since the little kitty has his claws clipped. I always worry about stuff like that. Just a worrywart.
Joey the guest dog is terrified of the kitten and the kitten is deeply enamoured with the little dogs tail. No need to worry emily darling.. c
That puts my mind at ease. I saw a dog shake a kitten like a rag doll and kill it once. Since then I am always worried. A friend of mine used to have a little Pappy dog…very sweet natured, indeed.
and you have a lovely day too Miss C. You are right Boxing day isn’t Boxing Day without a walk of some kind, I think it is some sort of unwritten rule. Except we broke it yesterday – the first time ever, to lie on sofas and nurse our colds 🙂 |
Ps Daisy would scare the be-jesus out of me if she was running at me!
she runs at visitors for fun too, i have seen her do it, sometimes she is not a nice cow!.. c
Sheila has a slightly thoughtful expression in that last photo. Hmmm, I may have made a slight error of judgement with the blankie, Miss Celi. Any more where that came from…? It does improve the bed, but now my back will get cold..
Lucky her i have an endless supply of old wuggas.. though I may have to be careful that she does not eat this stuff, it does not look too healthy!! c
Remember the cow that jumped over the moon? That was probably Daisy! 🙂
Boxing Day is definitwly made for walks. We wnt along a cold but beautiful beach and around Pevensey Castle http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pevensey_Castle