(Is that a bad word? But it is the word I need). Slowly I settled back into the farm yesterday. I took a mental health day and decided not to talk to any humans. It was lovely.
The sun was out and so was I. Look at our sleeping kune kune. The most entertaining pigs.
Until they start sleeping Top and Tail, then things just get mean.
(As an aside for all you Fellowship Farmers, Tane has begun to grow his .. um .. cajones .. literally as well as figuratively. This is what farming is about you know!! Procreation!. But we will see.) 
Have you heard that saying let sleeping pigs lie? Oh. Wait. It is dogs. Well never mind. This is a prime example. In a few more days we will know if Poppy is pregnant or not until then we will let this unusually relaxed sleeping pig lie.
While I was away (for TWO days) the chooks went into overdrive and are now laying at full speed. Yesterday I found twenty fresh eggs. There are about fifty eggs waiting in the egg basket. So now the pigs protein is sorted. Eggs from now on. 
Our wee herd of goats (I have decided that Freya looks like a camel) followed me across the quad to play in the wee field Tima was in last year. This was one of those times I wished for a video camera on a stick. I had to walk with the minutest of steps, the kids stayed so close. You would have laughed out loud. They nibbled on weeds and grass and did what goats do.
The cats followed along behind and they all played in their playground for a while then slept in the sun for a while longer before I took them back to the barn for night time. Without a mother they can’t stay out in the fields at night.
Not yet anyway.
The layer flock is now allowed out for a wee while in the late afternoon. There were immediate cock fights though and old Peghorn (who lives in that field) got the worst of it. So I am going to just let the hens out in future and leave the roosters inside. Or lock up Peghorn. I have a broom I use for separating fighting cocks – it works the same for drafting hens. Peghorn is such a dear old fella. That is him on the far right. One of these roosters almost killed him last year and he has limped ever since. It is a catch 22 really. Too many roosters. Needing the hens to get the grass. A few of these boys will be destined for the freezer I think, as much as for the health of my hens as anything else. Old roosters make the best stock. Not Peghorn though – he has a name.
I hope you have a lovely day.
your friend back on the farm
celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
64 responses to “Cojones”
which life is best..the high-life, with hotels and dressing up, wearing make up, doing the hair just so…or being loose and free…I know I would prefer the farm. Here the life is busy but relaxed and gives so much satisfaction, love and care…in the high life it is too competitive and a rat race……So it is good to see you back where you belong!
Ha ha – I think you mean cojones 😉
oops .. yikes.. sleepy girl with kiwi accent.. I have fixed that but too late for the feeds .. ah well! thank you Mad.. c
Sorry – I thought as should tell you as it was the title.
Thank you! I am ALWAYS grateful when someone helps me out like that.. Always.. morning Mad.. c
🙂
I should say that the first words I learnt when I lived in Spain were almost all blue!
I can imagine! ..
One has to know if someone is being rude to you 😉
very true.. actually VERY TRUE!
Hee hee – was chuckling too more at the not rude word of “Cajones” which means drawers (and not in the underwear sense, in the furniture sense of the word)! Either way, it’s a good word and one that Big Man uses often 😉
Good morning and welcome back, Miss C! Have a lovely day – spring is showing herself!?
That headline does get your attention! 🙂 Seems like spring is being felt by all! Another busy day on the farm!
Definitely cojones! Tima even sleeps with a smile on her dial… ‘Bout time that bad girl learned about the joys of motherhood, and it looks as if Tane is getting ready to oblige.
Lovely sleeping pigs and you have the prettiest of Roosters!
So I got my photo’s uploaded – a wee bit of editing but really not very much…. I didn’t even cull out the duplicates or ones I didn’t care for. Just uploaded the lot. Anyone ready to see Tulips and Cherry Blossoms from TEXAS -> go here: https://www.flickr.com/photos/doc76110/sets/72157651672678005/
Enjoy!!!
Lovely photos, thank you for sharing 🙂
Oh what a flowered feast. Your spring is way ahead of ours – specially the trees. Ours are being blown to smithereens at the moment.
Spectacular color!
Thank you! And to be honest our spring is late in arriving. In Texas – we usually have daffodils the last week of Feb/first week of March. Tulips in mid March and by this time the azalea are in full bloom. So I estimate we are two weeks behind. I hope that holds true the remainder of the year and we wait a couple of weeks for that 100 degree day.
My two boys parted with theirs yesterday. Way to go Tane, watch out Tima 🙂 Laura
How fun to take the goaties out for a walk and a jaunt. They look so excited and jumbled all together. What is that stuck to their coats? Big brown seed pods of some kind? They look like giant warts. Good to have a day without voices after all the cacophony of the weekend. Just baa-ing, barking, grunting, squealing, and squawking and mooing. A good day. E I E I O Hopefully, today will be just as pleasant at the farmy.
Looks like burdock to me – but I could be wrong. Love to see your animals enjoying the sunshine! Was great to see you and put a voice to a face on Saturday too. Glad you are home safe!
That sun is beautiful. That is a lot of eggs, amazing.
On a side note, we saw 3 geese on the weekend. I think they made it, maybe those are 3 scouts.
Cajones is only bad if you use “chupa” with it. I grew up near Mexico, can you tell?
what’s chupa?
oops. I shouldn’t have gone down this road. It was Miss C’s fault! but also don’t use “chupa” with “huevos” … but who knows, I’ve been a long time away from Mexico, maybe it’s a term of endearment by now. ( “chupa” means “suck” ).
Poppy is such a lovely colour, the colour reminds me of an old fashioned shoe polish that was around when I was a kid, it was called oxblood I think.
Glad you are back! I was traveling so missed hearing you speak on Saturday. Hope Poppy is going to have some piglets!
SSSHHH.. not out loud! The jury is still out.. Go touch some wood!! quick!! (laugh!) c
It’s amazing how much I miss these photos of the animals in the morning, and it’s only been a very few days. Such color and life and adventure are the best things first thing in the morning. They help to set the mood for the day and turn rain and wind and thunder (we have spring storms for a few days) into gloriously happy attitudes.
I think withdrawing from the human race is a symptom of fatigue. I do it from time to time.
Those goats are rapidly assuming their rightful places in our hearts, as well as in the flerd.
Have a great day.
love,
ViV
I only joined your blog on Sunday and am already looking forward to your daily news, love the pics of the farm animals, heard so much about you from my daughter Connie, I feel I know you, maybe she will bring me to see your farm, we were farmers once,good to see spring in the air,Virginian