Category: Farming
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Sulky pig
Lots of farmy pictures today. Tane was pleased I was home. One piece of sorry business. Tima was her usual chubby happy self though she had had another miscarriage sometime during the night I arrived home. Only one baby, barely formed, as big as half my thumb. But I would not have known if I had not seen the…
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Home again, Home again …
Jiggidy Jig. I am home. Back on the farmy. The sun has risen to a cloudy day. It looks like rain and warm. 42F (9C) . I can hear the calls of the red winged blackbird outside the window. This is the bird that signs the end of deep winters grip for me. I am very fond…
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in, out, off, on, gone
I reached California last night, safely encased in my travel bubble, booked into my cupboard sized relatively economically priced hotel room, pulled off all my winter gear, went back to the lobby and bought fruit, water and toothpaste, (always with the toothpaste) then lay down on my big crisp white perfectly made bed and slept…
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Of CoursE. IT SnowS.
More than the predicted three inches too. Tomorrow I catch a plane to California to get ready to catch a plane to Australia. Of course it snows. Just to give me The Fear. And it is forecast to snow a little tomorrow too so I seriously have The Fear. My bags are ready. (I fly…
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Chicken Dances
Rooster at the West Barn, enters Stage Left. Tough audience. Cattle Call auditions. I hate them. Though I believe this particular audition was called by the cattle. I knew a guy once, when I was running in such circles, who actually wrote his thesis on the Entrances and Exits of Shakespeare. It was a dry…
The Kitchen's Garden 