The Kitchen Garden Retreat on Airbnb is toddling along quite nicely. I have guests expected today so it is all set up and looking so beautiful. I will bake bread and leave a loaf on the counter and a small bottle of fresh milk in the tiny fridge to have with their coffee in the morning.
Poppy is so funny. She knows that the top wire in this corner is not hot wired (this is my doorway).
She also knows that the bottom wires are electrified. But she is not quite brave enough to touch the top one anyway. She frequently gets shocks from slobbering above the wires. In a month she will go to visit Manu for the winter and Molly will come in here with Sheila. If the weather gets really terrible I can move them to the barn but I think the root cellar will be warmer in the long run.
Sheila being dainty and patient.
Last night, as I did my night time rounds, I could not find Tima and Tane – there was only the Bobby in the sunroom pen. I finally tracked them down in Wai’s abandoned tin shack. All tucked up in the mountain of straw in there. I guess they did not like the calf after all. Nomads.
I locked Aunty Del into the waiting room last night with a bed of dry straw and will continue to do so every night in case she calves in the blowing cold. Her udder is still growing but really is a funny shape. If she does have a calf in there I don’t want it born in the gathering cold. Plus Carlos throws very small calves and she is a very tall cow with quite a small udder so we will see how that pans out too. Baby may need help to find the teatso high up.
Mr Flowers (in this terrible shot below) is growing back his tail feathers. He watches me carefully when I am doling out the pig food, because he wants some, though Boo watches him just as carefully as he is the self-appointed guardian of the feed and does not want hi to steal from a bucket. There are rules apparently.
So what we can glimpse here, as he runs off, are the feathery green ends of the longest of his tail feathers. Next his body will begin work on the slightly shorter eye feathers and we will see them slowly forming and emerging above the feathery ones.
It is a fascinating process seeing them literally growing out and downwards. His body knitting from the bottom up. By spring he will once again have a full head of hair.
He flees every time I reach for the camera. He does not like its big eye looking at him. I was talking about the animals the other day to a friend of mine and she said some of those animals are so clever. I quipped “animals listen to their instincts that is what is clever”. Then i thought about this and realised that this is quite true. Being able to act instantly on their instinct is very clever.
Maybe we should try to listen and smell using instinct and act only on our instincts over the course of a day and see where it takes us. Often we argue with our own instincts. Though that internal discussion is what makes us human. I struggle most with recognising the instinct and actually bringing it up into conscious consideration at the time of the warning/information. Looking BACK I can often pick the manifestation of a primal instinct as a fleeting cognitive thought but this is in hindsight. I literally find the thought AFTER I have proven it with logic. The opposite of instinct.
Often this is to do with smell. For example: when I smelled milk on Aunty Anna but was so sure she could not have had a calf without my knowledge that I only processed that smell as milk AFTER I saw the calf and was rethinking the episode.
Arrogance overcame instinct. Is instinct tied to humility?
Recognising predators, wolves in sheep’s clothing, is an important instinct to have at our disposal.
“Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves”. Matthew 7:15
I love that quote.
To hear our own instincts we need to live very deep and stay deeply connected with our wild selves. The longer I work alone in the daytime the more this seems accessible to me. I become wilder. Maybe this is why our instinctual selves are more aware in the night when it is dark and silent. ‘Scared of the dark’ is a remnant of our wild selves.
Narrow your own wild cat’s eyes, they are hiding in plain sight – behind your card sharp eyelids.
I hope you have a lovely day.
WEATHER: Cloudy and windy but still above freezing so we will call that “mild”.
Saturday 10/28 20% / 0 in
Generally cloudy. Slight chance of a rain shower. High 43F. Winds WNW at 10 to 20 mph.
Saturday Night 10/28 10% / 0 in
Cloudy skies early, then partly cloudy after midnight. Low near 30F. Winds WNW at 5 to 10 mph.
7:19 am 5:53 pm
First Quarter, 55% visible 2:32 pm 12:04 am