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A kick from the belly
Yesterday I sat down in the straw with Hop and Pop Poppy, she sighed and laid beside me so I could stroke her belly. She loves to have her belly stroked. And that is when one of her piglets kicked me. A little hoof reached out and poked me in the palm of my hand. I…
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From the verandah
Last night my good friend who lives up on the ridge came down into the marshes for a drink and some pizza on the verandah. And from there we watched the animals and birds wander past. And as Berit, Federico and I had stacked the last of the hay and gardened the last bay in the vegetable gardens we…
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Hay In The Barn
Hay. The best air freshener of all. I had to turn the field twice to accelerate the drying because of all the rain in the forecast. And Jen and I went back out and gently spread out the bigger clumps by hand so it all dried evenly.Which as usual made my skin erupt in welts and…
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Pig in a Pot
Poor Poppy wants nothing more than to sit in her water pot. But Sheila said No. Sheila that was a little bit mean. The hay is rolled and drying fast. Bad weather comes in tonight so I am hoping to bale this evening. We have had a perfect few days.. which makes me even more of…
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Are you fretting yet?
As we wandered the streets of Chicago, Fede asked me endlessly – Are you worried about the animals yet? Will they be OK? Are you fretting? I think he was more worried than I was as we wandered about the streets of Chicago. Eating- ( and a teensy bit of drinking!). We went to Whole Foods too and Eataly.…
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