Category: Living the life
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how not to put up an electric fence
First … ditch the help! I had Blue and his Mouth who thought it was a great lark to play with the wires. “You should have waited for the men” says The Big Dog. “Sod that” says Author, back on form, minus a uterus and following me everywhere. Hmm, say Miss C, it seems we…
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The scents of spring help soften the hard decisions.
Thing One on the walk, ruffed by the wind. Tulips. Mia and two Murphys. It is going to be a short year for pasture, we are still recovering from two dry years. And to be truly sustainable I can only run a very small flock of sheep. After that the land suffers. So the lambs…
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The scents of spring help soften the hard decisions.
Thing One on the walk, ruffed by the wind. Tulips. Mia and two Murphys. It is going to be a short year for pasture, we are still recovering from two dry years. And to be truly sustainable I can only run a very small flock of sheep. After that the land suffers. So the lambs…
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Blue takes it upon himself to work the sheep.
This week, all things being equal, we shall have a roof and the siding done on The Coupe. I hope! I am trying SO HARD to be patient. Blue has been very carefully helping Ton put the naughty Murphy back in his paddock each time we walk down by the creek. Yesterday he even finished…
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Greetings between farm animals. A precious shot.
Hairy MacLairy the Dorset ram is a gentle old soul. He is huge for a sheep but always approaches the smallest members of the farm tipping from his toes with nose outstretched. This shot was taken with the camera swinging from my finger tips, (I can not thank you often enough for this camera Bill ), trying…
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