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Guest Post – the old and new
A Postcard from England, Old and New… My grandfather, Fred Brackenbury, came from a long line of prize-winning English shepherds. ‘My father was a shepherd’, he said once. ‘And his father. And mebbe his father…’. Here is Fred, eighty years ago, with some of his charges, and one of his faithful collies! Fred won many…
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Goodbye Pictures
Lots of them! First the inhabitants in and around the Home Barn. Egoli trying to stop Geraldine from pecking at his haunches. That is one mean peahen when she wants to be. Tima and Tane. I have just realised I forgot to shut their gate to the inside of the barn so I bet they…
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and the skies blew in
I spent a lot of yesterday looking up. Watching the sky and tripping over things. For weeks the predominant cloud display has been a complete cover. But yesterday a change came and the clouds were skudding across the sky. Gathering in long curtains. Performing their long languid slow motion dance. Stretching. On show again. A gallery…
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I have no shadow
It has been weeks since I saw my shadow. Did I fire him in a fit of pique or is it just this endless Tolkien gray. Or maybe the Martha Stewart beige. Though truthfully I may have seen my shadow on that one sunny morning the other day but I was so involved in the feeling…
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Slow Learner
That Cat is a slow learner though he was safe in yesterdays cold. The ice was thick. No quick dip for him. Sheila has got her eye on me. These cats have their eye on something. We had a morning of sunshine! And there was colour in the sunset to. Today sounds windy. It is already…
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