How do you open a door?

I have always wondered this.  How do you open a door? Do you step up turn the doorknob, push the door in a little,  just wide enough to slip through, then shut it behind you.  This is what I do in the winter. In the summer the doors are open wide all day and all night long. So there is no need for opening and shutting. John will open the door and fling it back, crashing in through the space, then look surprised and reach back to retrieve the flying wide-open door and shut it with a slam.

I don’t know what made me think of doors.

Look at my big fat cows. Well, one cow and one heifer.  A cow is a cow once she has had a calf otherwise she is a heifer. Queenie is a heifer.

Typical Paisley Daisy carrying her calf out to one side. I still don’t believe Queenie is pregnant though she is eating like a gestating heifer. She is 21 days behind Daisy.

Our Sheila is still more beautiful than any of those Berkshires.  She got up out of her bed straight away this morning. Up and at ’em. I am hoping she will not come into heat for a few more days, so the leg she strained attacking the man’s prize Boar  (oops) is completely better. But you know how it is when you pull a muscle.

I went to the feed store yesterday and bought the oats, barley and wheat for my pregnant ruminants. Filled the feed  bins and no sooner had I turned my back but Pania was into it.   Gobble. Gobble. Naughty bird.  But I let them get away with all kinds of bad behaviour since they lost The Duke. First week of April we will go and look for another peacock. But reluctantly.

This  is my favourite picture so far this week. I might add it to the postcard collection.

I love that shot. My barn flock really is a murky bunch, but there you are, they are Our Murky Bunch.

Good morning.

I hope you have a lovely day.

Your friend on the farmy,

celi