Category: Life
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A kick from the belly
Yesterday I sat down in the straw with Hop and Pop Poppy, she sighed and laid beside me so I could stroke her belly. She loves to have her belly stroked. And that is when one of her piglets kicked me. A little hoof reached out and poked me in the palm of my hand. I…
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Pig in a Pot
Poor Poppy wants nothing more than to sit in her water pot. But Sheila said No. Sheila that was a little bit mean. The hay is rolled and drying fast. Bad weather comes in tonight so I am hoping to bale this evening. We have had a perfect few days.. which makes me even more of…
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Are you fretting yet?
As we wandered the streets of Chicago, Fede asked me endlessly – Are you worried about the animals yet? Will they be OK? Are you fretting? I think he was more worried than I was as we wandered about the streets of Chicago. Eating- ( and a teensy bit of drinking!). We went to Whole Foods too and Eataly.…
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The hay is Down
So now we are holding our breaths for sun. For the moment it is out of my hands so this morning Fede and I are catching the train and going HERE. And on Wednesday I will get out my rake and turn the hay gently into more of that drying sun but for the moment the…
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Hop and Pop Pops Up
– Poppy. Trying to jump the gate. Because BooBoo was drinking milk on the other side. Shades of the old Hop and Pop. A terrifying thought. Gave the poor dog quite the fright. Lady Astor has won a gold star every day for six days now. No kicking at all. Though I did not let the…
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