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Nothing like I thought they would be
I said to Mad yesterday, in a comment, that the Spanish Black Turkeys are nothing like I thought they would be. I thought they would quietly slope about like a peacock. Roost in the same place every night like all the other birds. I thought they would sit in the trees and being such a…
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More eyes
My favourite time – well one of my favourite times – of the farm day, is the late evening – after dinner when all the dishes are newly washed and barely dried, resting in their warm stacks (I have given up on having a dishwasher – they just do not last with my electric shocking hands)…
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Only one Rule
You have to excuse my post titles. The Rule is that The Title has to be the first thing that comes to my poor beleaguered mind. This is Naomi (Lady Astors daughter) and the Header is Sheila with her walnut nose. When the pigs eat walnuts their noses go orange! Hugo and I were discussing rules…
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Bird brains
One of Hugo’s chicks jumped out of her brooder and took her good self for a walk into the glass house yesterday. These chicks who I purposely bred with one of the new dappled roosters, are so pretty and robust. The turkeys have taken it upon themselves to sleep in the barn every night now. It…
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Pumpkin Whispering
I hope you have a lovely day. Love your friend on the farm celi (pictures of lunch and dinner taken by Kristy with her cell phone -lovely)
The Kitchen's Garden 