Mud is the order of the day. Lots of mud. And puddles. Lots of puddles.
Though the wind made it feel cooler, yesterday we were above freezing and everyone had a lovely day.
Jude approaches everyone on the farm with the fearless inquisitiveness of the very young. I just let him wander about for the meantime. Let him explore.
I think Jude is eating too much pasta! He is definitely achieving my objective of ‘fatness’ before the cold settles in. Soon he will be too big to pick up.
Every morning I walk out the door at 30 minutes past dawn with a bowl of cat food, a bucket of water and a bottle of goats milk and baby rice for the piglet.
The sun did come out yesterday. Towards the end of a very long chilly day. I am hoping we get even more today. After days of sunless cold the whole animal kingdom me included are longing for sun.
Lovely. And the day just kept getting colder.
… in the middle of the afternoon. Yesterday darkness fell about 3.30pm. A storm was rolling in. All the animals took note and began to take their places in their barns. ‘Calling it a night.’ Early.
Manu slept the night in his little tin house. He had two bales of dry golden straw in there and has made himself a big warm bed.
A familiar and unsettling restlessness is creating a sinking feeling in me. I don’t even know where to take this sentence. So I will just leave it there.
When I am doing chores Jude comes out of his house and follows us about the farm. He is the sweetest little pig and is my constant companion.
Morning. Dark. Wintry Mix. I hate the wintry mix because it often results in Ice. And I hate ICE.