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Pigs like buses

I was sitting on the veranda steps in the afternoon, head down, tying up the laces of my work boots when a large slow moving shadow passed across blocking the sun. “Out Boo,” I said, “you are in my light.” “Grunt” said Sheila steaming past me and disappearing by slow degrees around the corner. Boo moved up…
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Not the only show ..

There are still plenty of other things happening on the farm or so these little chicks thought as they mounted yet another escape. These were labelled Rhode Island Reds at the feed store but I am not terribly sure what they are now- they should be redder than this by now but their feathers are growing…




