Category: Life
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Wicked
Must have been very wicked in a past life. Because there is no rest for the wicked and that cow bellowed half the night. I have no idea why. Her calf was with her. But still she mooed. Disturbing everyone’s rest. Though she is fine today and milked very well. Forty pounds of milk which…
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Fencing (and not the fun kind)
Today we are going to begin fencing in one of the wet hay fields so I can put the cows out there. The ground out there is seldom totally dry. We have a few days of seriously hard labour ahead of us. Fencing then hay. I don’t mind – I need to build up some…
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Short and Sweet.
Short and sweet this morning. John is off to work and my workers are having their days off so I am on my own. I don’t mind. Baby Bobby has a rotton mother. She had already taken herself up to the barn to settle in for the night last night and this little ragamuffin was…
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Frogs in Puddles
After all the rain the fields are heaving with frogs and toads. It was Ellie’s last day and before she left she stalked animals and amphibians with her camera. Boo was being helpful. This is the look Lady gives me after milking – she walks out of the milking room and turns then waits at…
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Diffusion
Yesterday – right out of nowhere – the day relaxed. The air warmed up. The wind dropped. The grass seemed longer as the cows rested. The piglets dozed in their rubbish bin. Lady Astor took her baby into the field, stowing him in a grassy corner while she grazed. Baby Bobby fed on and off…
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