The Essence of Languid

Though every description of the word languid  that I read does not say what I think Languid means. This cat is languid but is by no means LISTLESS.  List Less. Less List – now what does that mean. To list less. Like a ship? No listing to port, stay on an even keel-  no taking risks. No languid boats allowed.

But I love the word. I would like to be described as languid.

Geraldine is not languid or listless, she is always on the look out for an unguarded body part to peck. In fact there is a whole page in the worker hand book dedicated to managing Geraldine. I think I might go to the toy shop and buy a SuperHero shield for the fending off of Geraldine.
geraldine the peahen

Though which Super Hero would be best at fending  off a Pecky Peahen is anyone’s guess.
filthy little pig

The piglets have discovered mud. There is a video I put up on Instagram last night that shows them speckled with mud all drinking from a mother who is also covered in mud. It made me laugh! There is also one of the little rescue piglets walking – not well – but she is out there.
calf

Boo guarding his calf. She is sold and soon her new owner will come to collect her. In the next few weeks I think.
heifer

Naomi the Beautiful.

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Looks like Aunty Del may also be sold but not until the end of the season. I love that she might be  going to a little farm family in need of a milk cow. If all goes well.

chickens

The meat chickens drinking their daily milk.

Time to begin.

I hope you have a lovely day.

celi

39 responses to “The Essence of Languid”

  1. I have forgotten why Aunty Dell can’t stay. The blog could really use a search function.

    Languid has always meant a kind of aristocratic lethargy. Perfect description of a cat or a Victorian lady.

    • One of the things I intend to do is raise and train milking cows then sell them to farming families. So she is just the first that is all. I know it takes a long time and we get attached but this is how I am earning some money. Two milking cows at a time is enough for me. c

  2. Love Geraldine. We have a snail here I call languid. The girls painted his shell last year silver and every now and then he appears in the garden, I first spotted him in the spring and then again a few weeks ago, always in the same area on the lawn. Even though I think he is languid, he perhaps has a passion for life! Either way he is a lucky snail, he is the only one whom I have given carte Blanche on our property. The others get taken to the compost heap or are let loose amongst the chickens, Mr Silver shell is allowed to remain!

  3. People call me Geraldine when they don’t bother to look at my name. I don’t mind Geraldine but will not tolerate Gertrude because that is stereotyping.

  4. I can’t for the life of me remember who that little calf that’s sold is. Is she Aunty Del’s? Also I can’t find the photo of a cat anywhere.

  5. You are a very good teacher even when you don’t know you are teaching 🙂 ! As neither ‘languid’ nor ‘listless” had ever fitted my persona. and in spite of knowing what the words meant, I did look up all the major dictionaries – quite a few boringly stated they were the same: not in my book. *smile* I wonder what lying back on a sofa ‘feeling languid’ would actually feel like . . . perhaps one day . . .

  6. I think a Wonder Woman shield would be perfect for you. It looks as if the humidity may have broken in your parts, I sure hope so. We had the A/C on at the cottage yesterday, it was brutal!

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