Category: Farming
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Look Good on Paper
I went to Our John’s Work Do last night. I had forgotton about it so I was still in my work clothes, filthy, straw in my hair, working, when he came out to the barn, home from work early, showered and dressed to tell me we were leaving in thirty minutes. I did one of…
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Twilight
Twilight. Such an evocative word. Twilight in Alberta. And I arrived home to twilight in Illinois. The pigs were pleased to see me. And the cows came galloping in. But the birds were galvanised – Geraldine (seen above in the background) positively trilled. She was under my feet and my hands as, working against the dying light,…
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Stalled Clatter Box
Egoli my old moggy always walks up the hay escalator (I call it the Clatter Box), when he wants to get from the bottom of the barn up to the loft in the top. He is an old cat. He prefers to walk rather than jump- if there is an option. The Clatter box is…
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Evening cows
My small home-field herd is doing very well. Not-So-Difficult has begun to walk with her herd and she is eating well and though her lungs will never be 100 percent I think she is improving. The whole group are even sleeping outside at night now, no-one wants to go to the barn it is so…
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Tane goes for a walk
A LONG walk. He is convinced, poor deluded fella, that there simply must be a few kernels of corn left for him way out there in the field. But alas the harvesters nowadays leave nothing at all behind. And after the tiller has been through it is all mud in this wet misty weather. Tane…
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