Peaceful day on the Farmy. Later in the day the sun came out, and the wind dropped right away.
and is not impressed.
Charlotte is still limping dreadfully. I had to stay out of the barn yesterday as every time I checked on her she tried to drag herself up to see what was going on. If I feed them seperately she does eat quite well. At one point I fed Sheila then sat in front of Charlotte as she lay down and ate from a bin lid. She ate everything too.
And she is getting up to go to the toilet outside and drink her water. And seemed better in the afternoon. But I am not convinced she is improving. I shall call the vet again today. Sheila on the other hand is excited and busy and desperate to get out, but I cannot take her for a walk alone, it would upset charlotte too much, so she has to stay in as well.
The Daily View is still the same.
Good morning. Though the farmy was quiet yesterday the keyboard was not and the story roared away picking up 8,818 words so far. As Bulldogsturf advised me, just get as many words down as you can right at the beginning. Then I am committed. After that story will take over. So I am going with the flow. And I am loving it. Just letting the story take me where it will is so much more fun than trying to jam a story into a predetermined time line.
I will let you know how it goes with Charlotte, we have almost no chance of getting a vet to visit just for one pig. Industrial hog farming has changed the perspective of an animals value. And I am not seen as a real farmer so I have even less clout. And my favourite vet is a cow girl. She does not do pigs or sheep. And I have even less chance of getting the poor pig up into the stock trailer to visit a vet. We will see. Fingers crossed.
But this is farming and we will keep on working at it. You all have a good day.
It is one of her back legs below that rather large ham of a butt-hock. Sorry Char had to say it. I have called around and on occasion a pig will pull a muscle when they are young and growing fast and fooling around, so it is bed rest for her. She is still eating and drinking and coming when she is called so I am going to play ‘wait and see’ for another day or two.. Poor Charlotte.
I have palpated up and down the leg, and looked into her little dainty hooves. Nothing untoward at all. No swelling. No heat. In fact she did not even flinch and just sat getting her ears scratched with no worries at all while John and I looked her over.
Sheila is more than happy to lay down with her and keep her company while she is on bed rest. Maybe she will get her fair share of the feed while Charlotte recovers. That pig needs to go on a diet. A pig on a diet is a bit of an oxymoron!
Apparently Kupa and Tui have the situation in hand.
In the real winter they will not even go outside, they just hang out in the barn. It will be interesting to see what the peafowl do when it gets Really cold.
Today I begin The Writing. I will not bore you with the details as I go along. However, if you would like, I will give you a word count so that you can be an informed support team. My goal for the first week is 2,500 – 3,000 words a day.
Yesterdays temps. Remember that when reading the max and min temperature gauge. You read at the bottom of the little pin. For the highs (on the right) you read the numbers climbing up and for the lows (on the left) you are going to read the numbers climbing down. That is clear as mud. But once it makes sense to you it is easy.
Thank you Dad.
And now it is time for the milking and the animals. There is a wee change in routine in the mornings now. I go out to milk in the deep dark with my torch, I open the gate for Daisy, turn on the lights in the barn, put out hay and grain for the pigs, hay for the calf and a little for Daisy, milk the cow, clean up, feed the calf his milk, feed the cats and dogs their milk, feed the pigs their milk, and fill a dish for the peacocks (or they steal the kitten’s milk). Then let Daisy back out to her pasture, turn the lights back out in the barn and leave with my own milk. At this point the barn birds and animals all yawn and settle back down to sleep again until dawn. When the sun comes up I go back out and do the chickens and the sheep, who have slept right through the first shift.
Daisy needs to be milked 12 hours apart you see. Well, as close to that as I can get anyway. It makes me smile to turn the lights back out in the early morning and hear them all shuffle and grizzle then settle back down to wait for the dawn.
You all have a lovely day.
PS For the duration of The NanoWriMo Writing, I am going to suspend the Year Ago Today portion of my daily WeB-Log and please forgive me if I do not get to visit your own sites as much as I would like. However I will certainly be here every morning before dawn, bringing you the news, pictures and weather from the Farmy.
Good riddance, I said
But now everything is grey.
Golden has had its day.
The chickens and the pigs and I
Stayed inside to Play. It was cold outside
And L’il Puss the Scrapper said; if you don’t stop with the really bad poetry I am going to go and live with the Surrogate Milkers. Really I am. I cannot bear one word more and while I am on the subject. You can’t sing. Stop the endless singing. If I hear Red Rain is Falling Down one more time I swear I am throwing myself off the barn roof. Just food, then just cuddles. That is all. Well, some milk too after the milking and then that is all. And, just for the record, poems don’t have to rhyme anymore. That is SO Tuesday.
Everyones a critic, pet
Good morning. Have a lovely day today. Thats all I’m going to say. (he he)
When I was a teacher of drama, in a high school in New Zealand, we would frequently devise characters for improvised plays. One of the exercises, when we were devising, was called Take your Character for a Walk. Everyone in the classroom would assume his or her favourite character, then the students would move about the room discovering physical quirks about their character that might show in their walk, or their face. Next I would call out and they would turn to someone close by, introduce themselves as that character, and ask and answer two or three open ended questions. The characters would have a conversation with each other. It was endlessly entertaining.
This was not to promote their storyline, particularly, but it did help to develop a little of the back story and the predominant emotion of the character on this particular day. From our improvised plays we wrote scripts. Scripts do not always elaborate on everything about that character. In fact if you did that it would end up being the most boring work in the world. So unless someone’s back-story comes up in conversation or is part of the story, it is not used in any way other than being known. And that little bit of knowing is wonderful when writing.
So is a little Lamb Curry.
Now, obviously, I am working alone on the story that I will begin writing on Thursday during the NaNoWriMo challenge. So, how do I get my characters up out of their chairs and talking to people, discovering their personal stories, without actually beginning to write.
I thought maybe YOU could mingle with them and find out what you can. Whether you are writing a novel or not, it is a fun exercise in imagination. If you are also writing a novel, in November, maybe you could ask questions of My characters as one of Your characters.
We need a location. Let’s see: the road that runs along the beach. You are driving, you see one of my characters standing on the side of the road with a red petrol can, he or she needs to get to the garage and you, being the charming and neighbourly person I know you to be, will offer them a ride. Rain is coming. The ride is short, what will your first question be?
Here are four of my characters. Take your pick.
So there is Salty whose real name is Roger. Salty is about 70 something, very, very bright, taciturn, and active. He wears polyester pants, gloves and a big red tartan jacket. It is early summer. He has lived in this area most of his life.
Jennifer is in her late 30’s. She has short, straight, dark hair and green eyes. She is tall and too thin. She has three children and has just started working part time at the gas station. She is also Salty’s daughter in law. She has recently come to live with Salty, and look after him, while she writes a book.
Michael is the local undertaker. He is stocky, cheerful, balding, not terribly tall, leads with his stomach and his hearse is painted sea green with a very discreet seahorse on the drivers door. I do hope there is no-one in the hearse if he is walking down the road with an empty gas can.
Alfie. Alfie is 12. Alfie is Jennifer’s eldest son and should be in his new school. Now why is he walking down the road with a gas can? Or is he on a skate board? He had better not be getting into cars with strangers either, so maybe you have already been introduced.
So, if you want to play, and we can play all day if you like, (especially if you are locked inside with the storm raging outside and still have power) – your question might go something like this. “Hi Alfie. Remember me? I’m your neighbour from across the gully. Your Mum told me to look out for you. What’s with the gas can, honey?”
And Alfie will answer you.
And if you don’t feel up to playing today, leave a message anyway and I will send one of my characters to visit you at your place!! One answer leads to another question. Everyone can steal each other’s threads. All characters welcome.
Good morning. Is this crazy or what!? It’s going to be great. Jump in!
While you do that I am off out into the freezing wind to milk the cow and feed the animals. We are not in the way of the big storm, but it looks like fingertips of high winds are reaching all the way over here and the temps are at freezing. Which is nothing compared to what many of you are enduring. I hope you are ok.
It seems we had a day of cameos. Solo performances. A Sunday.
Son of Son of Neanderthol Man.
Good morning. There are so many things I was going to write to you this morning but now that I am sat at the keyboard I find that all my thoughts have flown the coop. I am looking deeply to see if there is a thought in my head, no, nothing.
You all have a wonderful day. I have plenty to keep me occupied today. I hope you do too. Busy is good.
It was cold today. I mean not too cold. My words are too short. I feel I should be writing something poetic about the approaching winter and I know that Smidge would say this with a whole lot more elegance and poetry but there was a wintry feel to the air that blew around our heads today. So we put Big Dog’s new coat on.
He had begun to actually shiver. He is old, and though he eats very well, he does not carry a lot of warming blubber. His blue coat may attract some giggles from his co-workers on the farm though I am sure that the mirth will be firmly hidden behind paws and wings because he seems to be quite happy with his coat. He has not tried to roll it off, or drag it along tree trunks. He trotted off to his bed in the barn, curled up in his blankets and went straight to sleep.
I forgot the Daily View. How did I do that? I remembered to take the shot of the thermometers and walked straight past the Daily View. Ah well. No animal was harmed in the making of this forgetfulness.
Many years ago I began to write a play about an old man who spent the summer living in a cherry picker raised up into the trees above his big old house by the sea, he would lower a flax basket down to his daughter-in-law, she would load it with food and books and he would haul it back up with a reluctant grunt of thanks. He very seldom spoke, and was full of crushing wit when he did, as he slowly worked his way through the grief of becoming old and the other various and sundry disappointments that follow us through a life.
This old man popped straight back into my head at 4 .30 this morning and asked ever so politely if I could write him into my NaNoWriMo Novel. Because he lives up on another level, and there are not very many characters in my story, he and his cherry picker are most welcome. He does not have a name yet though. He needs a name.
Have a lovely, lovely day.
Miss c: Pania did you just push Tui off the beam?
Pania: No. We were playing Push Me Out of the Nest.
Miss c: You mean walk the plank.
Pania: What’s walk the plank?
Lets just ignore her bad manners for a minute shall we. Everybody, on your left is Good Authority. Because this little puss spends a lot of time telling me what I should be doing. Like; I have it on Good Authority that you should be bringing us warm milk four times a day, he says. Or I have it on Good Authority that the dogs get real meat. Stuff like that.
Pania: Tui! Where is that hen, she always blames me. Always falling off stuff and saying Pania Did It!
Pania: Huh Good Authority. What kind of name is that?
Miss c: Well, you can call him Goodie if you like. Is that easier?
Pania: Goodie! I’ll give you Goodie. I steal his goodies every morning. How come he gets cat food and not me anyway.
I hope you are all going to have a lovely day. It is Friday here. Shopping day. Stocking up day.
First this most magnificent day in chronological order because that is the way we do things. It was like a sumptious spring day yesterday. All cushiony and warm and loud with birdsong.
The Duke of Kupa keeping an eye on things.
And here she is. The first of the new arrivals. I only shot a picture of one as the mother hen was in quite the mood by the time we had caught them all and settled them in a safe place. Hatched by a naughty barn chook at the wrong end of the season in the hay loft. There were only three and they are all in a big box in the barn, with their mother and a lid – Li’l Puss the Scrapper was in and out like a Jack in a Box trying to get at them.
Their mother will protect them but I have seen more than one chicken killed by its own mother, standing bewildered in the wrong place, in the middle of a fight. They just get tromped on. So it is best that they are locked up for a wee while. I had to don my new orange welding gloves, catching chickens with a wild mama chook after you can be a dangerous business. So they will live in this big airy sunny box, in the barn sunroom, for a few weeks, safe under their mama’s spread wings.
Someone has got to come with a tow truck and take away the jeep that hit the stationary grader in the lane, with a speeding teenager at the wheel, a few weeks ago. No harm to the boy but the vehicle is written off. I really, really hope we do not have that in our Daily View for too much longer. It is a very sore point. But a good lesson in having some respect for speed.
Good morning. Last night was warm. I had all the windows and doors open catching the last of the autumn breeze. One of the toughest things for me in winter is having to keep the windows and doors shut at night. I am not good at being shut in.
I hope you all have a lovely day. There has been a dearth of good material happening a year ago so I have not bothered to link you back. However tomorrow, a year ago, (if that makes any sense) – Look what I found! No need to read it, just whizz over the pictures! You will laugh.
Have a lovely day.