The meat chickens are growing fast on their free diet of fresh milk from the cow mixed with expired cracked rye and cornmeal from the mill and good greens.
Yesterday my friend and I picked old sweetcorn from a friends field.
Well I was woken on my sleep in morning to pouring rain and thunder and lightening the inability to sleep past 5am. I opened the thunder door ( the the basement ) for the terrified dogs and went back to bed.
It has been days since I popped into the lounge. I am a co-worker down and full time farming and full time milling is making my brain melt.
Last night as I was working on the dark getting the last of the night chores finished I walked past Tane – he swung his big head up and round opening up a perfect long gash in my jeans. See his tusks? They are…
In this picture Sheila is saying: come on a take that picture already – I want my bucket of vegetables!
It’s 5.30 and pitch black. How will I get everything done in the tiny patch of daylight light before I need to go to work. I can bake bread in the dark though. Yesterday I decided not to have any dough on the go….
This morning. The birds and the crickets make a morning chorus for the dawn. Dense with sound. When I see a dawn like this bright magenta through the fog, I hope my guests are awake to see it.
The hogs down the back are getting big.
I overslept a bit but these photos are for you.