Category: Humour
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In my Kitchen
Timatanga Moana the KuneKune Pig walks about the house squeaking like a badly oiled door. You know the one. The Hitchcock Door. The Virginia Wolf Door. The elongated Footsteps Man squeak as it opens and the bad guy creeps through. Accompany that with the pitter patter of four little hoofy feet on the wood floors and then a…
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Topping and Tailing
Sheila and Poppy. Marcel and the Big Bobby. Queenie and the Little Bobby.Tima. Nothing like a sleeping baby. Good morning. I hope you all have a lovely day. Your friend celi
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Storm coming
They say. Who are they, anyway? Did they say? Poor They. The weather They. It would not surprise me to hear that They have all quit. Just up and gone away. They simply cannot bear to tell me about the weather today. There is a storm coming They say. Some Day. We will go out to play. I…
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Sunday Walkies
All these babies wake up a farm from its frigid winter slumber much faster than the weather. Even though we only just reached above freezing yesterday, still the babies all commanded attention and sweetness and good food. Even the biggest baby of them all our beloved Sheila. I have taken Poppy and her Bali Belly…
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Nope, still no calf –
Nothing yet. Same Cow. Same Spot. Different Day. Boo is entranced by the chickens. He just stands like that and stares around. Waiting for them to start line dancing or something. Oh, it was a lovely day yesterday. I worked in and around the barn all day. It was just wonderful. The Milking Parlour awaits…
The Kitchen's Garden 