Tag: calves
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Aunty Del pops in
For a while now Aunty Del and the sheep have been wandering about in the fields down the back, checked every day but without much interaction. The feed in the fields is good but with the cold coming I decided to bring her in to the barn for some TLC. Really I am just…
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writing farmer
No prettying this shot up. I spent most of yesterday working on the children’s book. The one where Daisy and Poppy and Kupa and Sheila and Marmalade and TonTon all go to Milan and crash a fashion show, and Poppy overcomes her fear of flying. Charlotte the wonderful illustrator and the brains behind…
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Back to The farm.
Home again. Home again. Jiggedy Jig. Back to the farmy we go. And autumn has come. I came home to a pigs welcome. And a pigs welcome is a such a joy. When I first walked out into the field yesterday morning, Sheila was lying down sleeping in the sun. She saw me, leapt up…
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breakfast in the fog
By myself… because no-one else here is as moved by fog as much as I am, but thats ok. No-one else finds delight in moving amongst the blanket of droplets that remind me of the sea. But thats ok. You see, no-one else here, the people who grew up on the plains, realises that the sounds…
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Eight More sleeps
Then I fly out to California to prepare for the jump over the ditch to New Zealand. I will stay the night in L.A. – before I fly out. I often feel like a diver decompresssing up into the world. If I do it slowly my blood will not bubble. I have to ease my way back…
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