Dog with Pipe

Yes – who would have thought it – TonTon is a smoker. Sigh. He knows there is a no smoking rule in the barn. He assured me he does not inhale. What rot.  Like I have never heard that before!

A pigs dinner.

Though some pigs have to fight to get to eat their dinners unmolested by dratted chooks.  Tima has begun her months separation from Tane and is more than happy about it. Tane is locked up in his (two) fields (and deeply unimpressed) and Tima is left to roam the grounds.  Every hour of so she comes up to the back door to check in with me, stare in the windows with the dogs and ask for a carrot. She always get the carrot too – that way I don’t have to go outside and check on her. In the evening she toddles back to the barn and tucks herself into an enormous pile of straw close to Tane’s inside gate. So they can still say goodnight to each other.

Violet is turning into quite the young lady. Peahens are such characters.

We seem to have quite a few of these passive protests between the cats and the peahens. I am still unsure what they are about.  But they always end in a stand off. The barn crowd are deeply patient when it comes to making their point. They can sit glaring at each other (or pretending not to)  for hours.

Below are Boo and Ton on their truck ready to drive around to the West Barn. If I even Look at the truck they leap into the back. The command is On the truck (as it would be) and no matter where they are on the farm they race for the truck and leap into the back. It is a dogs life.

Farm Life.

It was cold again yesterday – below freezing all day but the sun was out.  And you know how everything feels better when it is sunny. Though the days are so short now. I start my afternoon rounds at 3pm so I am done by dark.  The nights drop fast.

I hope you have a lovely day.

Love celi