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Introducing Sheila who has spotty ears and .. um, Charlotte.. OOPS
The Swine Herd was sitting on a lawn chair, in the shade, just inside his stables. Like an old gunslinger outside a dusty tavern. He was an old man, tall, handsome and vigorous. He unfolded himself from his chair and strode across to open the door of the car as I came to a halt.…
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The Sleepy Eye of my Mind
When I first dreamed of having peacocks, this was the scene I saw in the sleepy eye of my mind. Kupa up on a fence surveying the farmy. His colours flashing but somehow blending with the surroundings. A tail like a collection of impossibly precious emerald brooches draped so casually across the rustic fence. Kupa…
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Northern Cardinals come home to roost.
Hairy MacLairy has been brought into the barn for a short visit because he keeps scraping his knees. Blood and flies in the field can be a nasty mix. I have been trying to treat his grazes in the field but he hates the wound spray and gallops away when he sees me coming. Then…
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A rare sighting of miss c and Broccoli with Garlic Soup
I have begun to investigate slow cooking. With the arrival of Daisy’s calf fast approaching, and Sheila the Babe (hopefully this week), then the milking and the cheese making, I will have at least another two hours work a day and that does not include the clean up. The barn I can clean with a…
The Kitchen's Garden 