Category: Life
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Ploughed out – again
I still love the snow. But I am always grateful when I see the snow-plough rushing down our little gravel road clearing a path for me. Sunday yesterday. A quiet day. Look at this naughty big fat pig following me around bossing everybody about. Her wound from the boar bite is not looking too good,…
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The snow stood still in the air.. thinking its little think
The wind died down yesterday. I don’t care how it died frankly, as long as it was gone. We all crept up out from behind our shelters, sniffing the air. The snow gently falling, in no hurry to go anywhere. Did you see Mama, she seldom comes out into the field nowadays. Preferring to stick…

