Category: Farming
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The Waiting Room
When it is almost time for the cows to be milked I open the waiting room and they stroll in and eat hay while waiting for me to get ready. They are usually an hour or so in there so I sure that they have attended to their bathroom business before coming into my clean milking…
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The elderly Rooster
It rained for most of the day yesterday which kept the pigs inside and the cows outside. Cows, big hot beasts, love a gentle rain but pigs not so much. As soon as the rain stopped the piglets slowly ventured forth. This old rooster (below) Son of Son of Neanderthol Man, oldest of the roosters,…
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Taking the Lead
I milk the cows every evening. There are two cows, Aunty Del the young Ayrshire and Lady Astor the older Holstein/Dutch Belted cross. Up until now Aunty Del has always come into the milking room first, in fact when I open the door I have to leap back so she does not run me down.…
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Away, and back
Yesterday I rose at 5am, fed the pigs and filled the waters, shifted the cows and ran the dogs, then changed, put my hair up, found my city boots, searched high and low for a slap of lipstick then jogged out the door by 7.15 am so I could drive North and catch the 8.30 train to…
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Lounge of Comments.
All day long I think of things to tell you. But by the evening my mind falls into a blank. Or at least it did last night. So here is Sheila who was caught on camera with her eyes closed – doesn’t this happen to all of us once in a while. Once again yesterdays…
The Kitchen's Garden 