Category: Farming
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Night …
The Matriarch and I went out to the town yesterday. We seldom go to town and I was home late. Well, 4.30pm but the winter dark comes early. No-one minded. No animals minded anyway. They all eat hay and there was plenty of that left out for them to munch during the day. Sheila was up…
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Merry Xmas Pictures
I know it is not Christmas yet. But I could not resist. Kittens in a basket. You can’t get more Christmassy than this. Kittens. What can you do? One more left for another good home yesterday. Now there are three. Sheila got up late yesterday afternoon, limped very slowly to where Hop and Pop Poppy was…
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Sheila has trotter trouble
The day before yesterday Sheila pulled up lame, by that afternoon she was not walking at all. This happens to Sheila sometimes, she had been out in the field and I think she trips on the ruts, or the coming rain upsets her bones but usually it is the hip that was gouged by the…
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TonTon Chooses
All the names of the people who put their names into the hat to win the little photo book of the Farmy were written on paper and balled up and popped into a basket. The audience gathered – yawning. TonTon loves a good competition and decided that the paper balls needed a proper stir up before…
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BooBoo gets a shock
The four kittens left are wilder than ever. As though the lightness of their numbers has lightened their thoughts. I almost caught Godot in flight. We are getting closer to that perfect image. His wings are so glorious. This is a very long away shot of Godot raising his tail. His unfinished tail. A promise.…
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