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.
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.
I used to have beautiful gardens. I must have spent a fortune on flowers. Pulling weeds and making everything neat and tidy.
Merciful heavens how did that happen. Things will be quiet at the mill these next few days with Jill the Miller away on vacation. The skies are so clear and beautiful – no filters or additions necessary! J Tiny meat pies for dinner- with…
Tribes and Flocks. I guess tribes have more brains but we all behave the same. As the number of birds on the property has grown I have noticed an interesting phenomenon.
Don’t read too much into my headings. They are often ( usually) cryptic and probably ( always) without thought. Yesterday’s ‘throw in the towel’ heading was part of my discussion about the endless RAIN!
Of both my worlds. A little of both my worlds. Don’t we all live with our feet in more than one camp – that is life right?
And all the tractors are out in the fields planting as fast as they can. Literally twenty-four hours a day – I hear their motors all night long Their headlights criss crossing back and forth like fat noisy determined fireflies.
While I am milking Tane sticks his furry nose under the door and talks to me. Like an animated head suspended from a string. Milk. Milk. Milk. He chants.
Night chores are really late evening chores but night chores is easier to say. And during last evenings night chores I separated Tia and Del. Tia goes into a big pen of her own in case she calves in the night. ( Wouldn’t that…