Category: Humour
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My enemy
I have him on camera. Bastard Mink. It is not much of a shot but I think there are two of them. If you flip back and forth you will see them. They literally ate a hole in the door. And killed two more chooks. So after I had milked the cow, fed the animals, done…
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I love Sheila
Sheila my big fat pig who is not so fat anymore now that she is up and about in this better weather and on her new slim show pig diet is the most wonderful Auntie to Poppy. But she still tries to make a little time for me. She is getting to be an old…
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Yesterday evening I went out to count the chickens and shut their door and check for minks and found a skunk in the nesting box. Sigh. Luckily Boo came away when called. We retreated, Said Skunk took her leisurely leave and back in we went to evict the cats and lock down the coop. On the way…
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Dairy-maid’s Arms
When I was small my Dad used to squeeze my upper arms between his thumb and his forefinger and chant.. “and the muscles on her scrahwny arms stoock oot like spiders knees”. Always in a broad and deeply pretend Scottish accent. I would scream with laughter and wriggle away, long sunburnt arms pumping my skinny…
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