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Stalled Clatter Box
Egoli my old moggy always walks up the hay escalator (I call it the Clatter Box), when he wants to get from the bottom of the barn up to the loft in the top. He is an old cat. He prefers to walk rather than jump- if there is an option. The Clatter box is…
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Evening cows
My small home-field herd is doing very well. Not-So-Difficult has begun to walk with her herd and she is eating well and though her lungs will never be 100 percent I think she is improving. The whole group are even sleeping outside at night now, no-one wants to go to the barn it is so…
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Tane goes for a walk
A LONG walk. He is convinced, poor deluded fella, that there simply must be a few kernels of corn left for him way out there in the field. But alas the harvesters nowadays leave nothing at all behind. And after the tiller has been through it is all mud in this wet misty weather. Tane…
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Stage Right
Yes. It is that time of year again. The time for the Plonkers to exit stage right. So John has backed the Black Mariah up to the barn door and I have begun to get the pigs familiar with running down the pretend corridor and jumping up into the trailer – by putting their food in…
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Wanted:
More pipe… …so John can make me another hay feeder for the cows. Though Lady Astor would rather I didn’t find any more pipe to make another hay feeder because she loves the lovely soft hay bed I throw down for her every day! To lie in – apparently. (now that I took the good feeder…
The Kitchen's Garden 