and the skies blew in

I spent a lot of yesterday looking up. Watching the sky and tripping over things. For weeks the predominant cloud display has been a complete cover. But yesterday a change came and the clouds were skudding across the sky. Gathering in long curtains. Performing their long languid slow motion dance. Stretching. On show again. A gallery …

I have no shadow

It has been weeks since I saw my shadow. Did I fire him in a fit of pique or is it just this endless Tolkien gray. Or maybe the Martha Stewart beige. Though truthfully I may have seen my shadow on that one sunny morning the other day but I was so involved in the feeling …

Slow Learner

That Cat is a slow learner though he was safe in yesterdays cold. The ice was thick. No quick dip for him.  Sheila has got her eye on me. These cats have their eye on something. We had a morning of sunshine! And there was colour in the sunset to. Today sounds windy. It is already …

Untidy Mr Flowers

Mr Flowers tail drags a bit. I know this sounds like an unusual concern but the feathers underneath his tail have been dragging in the mud. I have never seen this happen in any other peacock. He is a very shy bird so there is no way to catch him that would not traumatise him and …

Cats And Ice

After staying in Sick Bay for the morning a very wan and tired looking Tia came back out to her little herd. She is eating well and doing all the normal business after her scare  on Friday so I would rather she were out walking about than in the sick bay which is really only a …

Tia almost dies

Tia (my beautiful little heifer) was laid flat out on the ground, in the yards by the hay feeder, snow falling on her face. I threw the hay into the hay car to distract the others and walked swiftly to her side. The one eye I could see was wide with fright, she was on her side,  her …

Closed for Busy-ness

The wind blew cold  and strong yesterday. So the big doors were closed, with boards running crosswise to secure them and stop them from flying inward.  The little pigs sleep right inside those doors and I don’t want them caught in a cross draft of cold wind blowing straight on them. The wind was quite the surprise …

Is that art?

Does Art have to be conscious?  This is actually a serious question. I have always said that some gardeners can be artists,  some builders are artists, a zooped up old car can be art, my bedroom table can be art, a perfect line of shiny mens shoes in the wardrobe can be art. Is  a perfectly …

The crooked-ness

My posts are crooked, the barn is leaning, the feeders are sinking and the BooBoo limps. The hay bales list, the fields are poggy and not one fence follows a straight line.   The posts are on a lean, the gates drag and the chickens perch on ramshackle lengths of pole. All this I can take but if …

Waste not those feet

How to change Big attitudes with Tiny turns. You know that feeling when you are half way to somewhere and you realise you have forgotton something that you need. Or you cannot carry everything you need down the back in one wheelbarrow and must make two or three trips. And you think – Dammit now …