Category: Humour
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Touching
BooBoo and Marmalade were both so determined to sleep right in front of the fire yesterday that they even agreed to share the mat, which meant touching. Even though Boo Nanny was Marmalade’s surrogate father in her very early days (here is there picture from that time just so we can sigh over it again)…
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oops, I forgot
Remember how I told you it got really cold the night before last but that was OK as i was all preparde for the cold? Well, I completely forgot that the milking pump and the pulsator hate cold and I left them out in the milking room, the pump sitting on its stand and the…
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Working Dogs
Poppy’s little piglets are just like their Mother. Escape artists. Every time I turn around lately they are out in the wrong field or on the drive or somewhere they are not meant to be. In fact I have never had a group quite as busy. Boo is put on his string when we herd…
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Feeding Time
Feeding a big group of pigs is like merging onto a motorway full of fast moving trucks whose drivers got their licenses from the dodge-ems at a fair. And all the drivers are half crazed with thirst and my truck is carrying the beer! Happy pigs. My friend Kristy (eatplayloveblog) had Camera House yesterday and was…
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Golden Fall
Autumn has come. It came on fast actually. The leaves held their green for as long as they could in this wet warm autumn. Now finally the trees have begun to turn their coats and the leaves to release their tenuous hold on life and fall. I never rake up leaves I let them lay about the tree…
The Kitchen's Garden 