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The Runt
While Daisy’s calf hides, growing fatter by the minute, (not too fat we hope).. though at the moment I have quite given up hope on a calf at all, is it a fantasy calf? but there sure is milk! (larger breeds will calve up to 10 days later than the average table so being an…
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Nope, still no calf –
Nothing yet. Same Cow. Same Spot. Different Day. Boo is entranced by the chickens. He just stands like that and stares around. Waiting for them to start line dancing or something. Oh, it was a lovely day yesterday. I worked in and around the barn all day. It was just wonderful. The Milking Parlour awaits…
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Queenie Plays Possum
Poor Old Queenie is so big and so round and so short the only way she can get comfortable is to lie like that. It terrifies me. I’m fine, she says. I’m fine. Don’t get your knickers in a twist. (Expectant mothers hate fussing.) I feel as though I have had my pause button pushed…
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Not Yet,
Daisy said. Just hold your horses, she said. Soon, soon, she said. Sigh, I said. As I brushed her fluffy wintry mane. It is too cold today anyway, she said. Queenie Wineti agreed from the ward next door. Yesterday the wind blew straight out of the NorthEast. Which in New Zealand would be a hot wind…
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Marcel’s Auntie
On the few warm days that we have had so far, Marcel has gone out into his pen within the sheep’s enclosure. Much to my delight he is never alone and it is Minty who is always with him. I thought it would be Mama who would take over grandmotherly duties but it is Auntie…
The Kitchen's Garden 