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It was only luck
It as only luck that I was on the tractor last night rolling out through the garden and along the empty grey fields, – past the pigs field, them runing out to meet me – we’re here we’re here … .. through the baby fellowship forest. Along the fence-line where the the black and white herd gathered…
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Move along. Move along.
Nothing to see here. And that is exactly what I could see – nothing. I was standing, pigs lunch buckets in my hands, ready to step over the electric fence and join the running throng of young fat pigs, holding the buckets high, merging with the fast moving traffic, trying to get to their bowls before…
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Clicking into place
Do you know those puzzles for pre schoolers, it is a flat board, they have wooden cut outs and the child has to fit the cut out, like a cow or something, into the hole of the same shape. Their little chubby hands wriggle and work at the shape and the hole until the shape is…
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Black and White Herd
The two new Angus/Holstein cross calves have joined the Black and White herd. Almost set up for the winter. Difficult will be sold within the next few weeks. She had a very bad start and I do not want to breed her or eat her so with full disclosure she is being sold. The big…
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I am an immigrant
Yes, I am an Immigrant. An expat- which is just a nicer word for an immigrant who still retains the passport of her birth country. ‘An expatriate (often shortened to expat) is a person temporarily or permanently residing, as an immigrant, in a country other than that of their citizenship. The word comes from…
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