I lost my clothes

This is the time of year when your day starts cold so you eat a hot breakfast, dress for the weather and go outside and then later in the morning, and layer at a time,  you peel off your clothing  leaving little pools of discarded colour like a trail of breadcrumbs to follow back home. Then later in the afternoon it begins to get cool again so you go in search of each layer but where is that jacket? Where was it that you ripped that top off and hung it in a tree – which tree – and was it a tree or a post or possibly on a bale of hay?

Sigh. Best I get up in the morning and just walk about putting on any of the items of clothing that I find.

I am always losing my clothes, and my phone and my sunglasses.

The plonkers have arrived. Four of them  – they are Berkshires. Not pretty but that’s ok. No pig is as pretty as a Hereford piglet in my humble opinion. So these Berkshires will do for the first wave.

The pig farmer told me that a lot of farmers  out here had trouble breeding their sows this winter.

No-one is sure why.  So maybe Poppy just got involved in a bad year.

Poppy is relieved. The pressure is off her.  Now she can focus on Autumn.

Now up and off to work for me. We are getting busy now. Lots of animals depending on me.

Lady Astor put herself in the barn last night but even though her udder is a very respectable size and she is quite floppy in the rear –  I don’t think she is quite ready. I still think five more days.

Maybe today I will take photos of her from four different angles and you can guess too. Most of you have been watching cows get to this stage in my pictures for years!

OK out I go. Though I cannot find a THING TO WEAR!

Love celi