I don’t care how it died frankly, as long as it was gone.
We all crept up out from behind our shelters, sniffing the air. The snow gently falling, in no hurry to go anywhere.
Did you see Mama, she seldom comes out into the field nowadays. Preferring to stick closer to the barn.
Sheila on the other hand was everywhere yesterday. Her nose in everything, following me about. Her ears are so annoying that to see something clearly, she has to raise her head up high, and shake, peering between her ears with each shake of her head.
A day without howling wind and driving snow felt like a gift from the gods.
Kupas feather has been attached to this fence for months now. It is one of my little memories of him.The snow was drifty, almost friendly.
This morning I awoke to silent freezing rain coating the windows like stipply opaque 1950’s backdoor glass. If you wear glasses take them off and look out your window, that is what we can see. Through the ice there is shimmering, fuzzy snow falling thickly onto the fresh frozen ice that is now laid like a vast sheet on the old frozen ice.
Good morning. My icebug boots will be earning their keep this morning. The cleats on the gumboots I keep for dirty work. And popping to and fro for firewood. ( The icebug boots have such sharp spikes on the bottom that they leave marks on the wooden verandah floor). But today I am bringing out the big guns, it is going to be exceptionally slick out there.
But it is warm (just below freezing) and there is no wind.
I have been in touch with Bob, whose kunekune mama has gone into the delivery room as her piglets are due. He will email us pictures as soon as all their little feet are on the ground. It is her first time, so she is not expected to have too many but I hope that we can have one of these, and I hope we can collect our new pig before I start to milk Daisy. The timing will be pretty tight. But as usual I am getting ahead of myself. But as I have said before getting ahead of yourself is better than having to pull out and pass yourself!
No point in getting in your own way.
There is no dawn yet but the day looks so interesting that I think I will start early and see what is going on in the barn.
I hope you all find a little loveliness in your day. Don’t forget to look for it. Even if it is a funny pig lifting her head and flapping her ears so she can see you clearly.
Your friend on the farmy