The perfect O

Of surprise when visitors arrive, complete with bottles of wine, at dinner time when there is plenty to eat. So everything except food and conversation (and of course the bottles of wine) is gently put aside until the morning. 

Today the sun is shining, we are warming up a little and the calves are galloping about the field with poor Marcel trying desperately to keep up on his short wooly legs feeling a little like a piggie in the middle of his coltish friends. 

Number Three is still improving this morning and after the milking as I carried the buckets of milk past the middle pen, to my horror, I heard the red pig make a snorting sound and saw that he had a snotty nose. My heart sank and I put the buckets down on a brick where Tima could not knock them over and climbed into their pen. On closer inspection the runny nose was a piece of limp broccoli stalk. My heart lifted, my buckets were lifted and I carried on.

Now I am off outside to pick three buckets of weeds for the pigs Morning Tea.

I hope you all have a lovely day.

Your friend on the farmy

celi