(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









64 responses to “Cojones”
Spring is springing up everywhere. A short time ago I looked out my kitchen window and saw buds on my lilac bushes. How I love the smell of lilacs. Wish they would stick around longer.
My garden awaits my attention. Unfortunately, I’ve managed to do something to my back. Muscles tight and causing spasms. I must get this under control because there is work to be done on such beautiful spring days.
Enjoy your day on the farmy!!!!
I think it is quite understandable that you needed to be with only the animals and birds yesterday. That is my desire much of the time… especially after an immersion of “people” like you may have had in Portland. I’m happy you got out with the camera and enjoyed the antics and “being” of the barnyard. There is little else in life that just feels comforting – at home, being with nature, taking in the wisdom and calm that comes from sitting, listening and meditating simply living in the moment.
It is a glorious feeling isn’t it, just being out there puttering about..
Ditto
Good to see you back on the farm. I hope you liked our beautiful Oregon weather this weekend. I so wanted to attend the WP workshop and hear you speak, but life had other plans for me this past weekend. 😦 I know what you mean about having too many roosters….we run with one only, it gives our hens a break…and he is a great Roo. He’s a Buff Orphington….he wil also never go to the stew pot…he has a name…Benedict (as in Much Ado About Nothing, Shakespeare)…we have three hens from that named group…Don John, Don Pedro, and Claudio….Hahaha. They will be lifers on our farm!! Anyway…good to have you back!!
Oregon was superb. I thoroughly enjoyed my walk through the streets on sunday morning, and those mountains as we flew out were fantastic.. all in all it was a tremendous weekend.. c
I hope Poppy is preggers. I would just adore seeing baby piggies! 🙂 I can hardly wait for sunshine and warmer weather. 2 inches of snow this morning. Sigh.
TWO more inches, you poor thing.. c
Never mind stock, what about cock au vin and the even better cock-a-leekie? Perfect for old roosters!
Christine
One day i would LOVE to come to your Bed and Breakfast and feast upon your food! c
Who says blogging isn’t educational? I learned a new word ….. cojones. The only other word I knew for testicles was Rocky Mountain oysters , and no, I never ate them.
I always read every line of your posts and love every photo. This one is another “special.”
Sometimes one just needs to not have to interact with humans, right? I totally get that. I wish I had all those critters to spend time with when I am on human overload.
Had to laugh. Your title word is so commonly used here with our relaxed multicultural mix.
So once again you are leading kids like in kindergarden? Lovely pix as usual. Glad the sun is out while you get yourself sorted and back into rhythm.
Yep. Once it has a name, it’s much harder to feed the family with it.
I say the very funniest picture ever might be “Pan”.
I love that fact you are sparing the old rooster, so often it’s the old one that goes to pot.
Linda
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One day walking the city streets of Portland, the next walking with goats; from presenting to people to wrangling roosters! The epitome of two aspects. I’m so pleased you have sun 🙂
Freya really does look just like a camel in that shot! Glad that Tane is growing…
Aah, to be home an indescribable feeling sometimes.
Did someone get into the burdocks? They are the bane of my existence; when they entangle themselves into Angora goat and llama fiber ~ Oy.
Cute lil fellas, those goaties.