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I am calling him Marcel
I might be a little premature. But I think he will live, he must live after that terrible day, so I am calling him Marcel. His mother died yesterday morning. His sister died the day before. Marcel must live. I really am of a mind that he will survive (though my mind is already sleep…
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Boo Nanny Has a New Baby
There was sadness yesterday. And one possible success. I will not say happiness. Though Boo is happy to have a new baby. Meadow has the same issues as Mia but she may not survive. And we are working on saving the one lamb that is still alive. Wait for it. Meadow presented with all kinds…
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It seems that the interwebs and my tiny machine …
… are scheming. Most of yesterdays simple photographic offerings are gone. There are murmurings in the Desktop Depths. Good morning. I will take a wee break today (and maybe tomorrow) to find out what the problem is. I may have to call the Computer Man. Or possibly he will call me; he is one of…
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Puzzles and Patterns
As we slowly slide up and down the temperature scale, wandering through another wintery season of inclement weather reminiscent of the 70’s when I lived here last. I am struck by how much easier life is when you allow the inevitable flux of patterns and puzzles and allow Time herself a voice in your daily…
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They’re waiting for Godot
“Let’s go.” “We can’t.” “Why not?” “We’re waiting for Godot.” Samuel Becket. Waiting for Godot. The barn flock have been rehearsing these lines all winter. Well, since the freeze anyway. Waiting. When I find another peacock for the hens maybe I should call him Godot. I have another favourite line from this play. (I have…
The Kitchen's Garden 