When we were children growing up on the beach we had a dog, her name was Tessa, she was a Golden Labrador Cross (no-one was terribly sure what she was crossed with) – often she would run off up the beach road and up to the little shops around the bay and beg for scraps from the back door at The Butchers. (The Butchers was right next door to the Fish and Chip shop so all was not lost if The Butcher had his door shut) She received all kinds of cut offs and scraps and treats and she got fatter and fatter. So every now and then Dad would get out the long chain and put her on the Diet Chain by the shed. And there she would sit growing thinner, under the gum tree, surrounded by children and tree swings and cats and the sound of the beach and chickens but no butchers shop.
Tima is not pregnant. We took her to the vet in the borrowed jeep, and he rolled him machine outside and scanned her flanks but she is empty. Which is very good to know. Now we can proceed with all the cards on the table.
Not even a little bit pregnant. What she is – is a little bit overweight. A lot overweight. So onto the diet chain for her and no fraternising with Tane for a while.
Then put them back together at a romantic moment when they have missed each other for a while and she is in a more fertile mood. Ah well. We still have Hop and Pop Poppy, God help us all. And if Tima breeds it will be lovely but not critical.
She lives on pasture (and no more scraps from the kitchen) so she and Tane are free to keep.
Today Kim and Fede and I will lay out the new pig area, with one big pen (and a hut and creep) for Poppy to farrow in. The goats are in the Rat House paddock, now that Kim and I have goat proofed that. Things are ‘moving right along’ as Our John says.
Once we have built them a shelter the goats can stay out there at night too.
We have had more rain, downpours, and it is still so humid that the sunflowers and corn are growing at a startling rate but we cannot get in with hoes to weed, so today we will have to go in and hand weed the worst of it between showers or that will get all out of hand. It is like living in the tropics in the rainy season.
I hope you have a lovely day,
Your friend on the farmy,