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LIKE HERDING CATS

Yesterday Valerie and I moved the four hogs into the big Pig Pasture. Relocating pigs really is like herding cats. But eventually all four were in the field. It is high and thick with vegetation. They will not need much grain at all in here… Continue Reading “LIKE HERDING CATS”

DUCK DRIVE

As I had extra help yesterday I decided to move the ducks to their permanent area. There is no house for them yet but they had been too long in their out of the way holding pen. Time to get them into the action… Continue Reading “DUCK DRIVE”

A LITTLE RAIN

And we all weedily grow. Lankily. In adolescent stages. 

HEAT STROKE

Lucy the newborn Angus calf  went down with heatstroke yesterday evening and I had to go in and drag her out through the little milking calf door without her mother killing me. If I had left her in there she would have died on… Continue Reading “HEAT STROKE”

TIA FINDS HER SPOT

Tia found her confidence today and allowed me to give her head a good scratch for quite a long time. In fact each time I stopped she would angle her head into my hand again. Every cow has a sweet spot and Tia’s is… Continue Reading “TIA FINDS HER SPOT”

TECHNICOLOR

I wanted this mornings title to be RIOTS OF COLOUR but there was no riot. Yesterday proceeded with business and purpose and NOISE but most of all – calm. The opposite of riot. But the colour is launching itself into the remnants of our sepia… Continue Reading “TECHNICOLOR”

THE LINE UP

POPPY’S Six are growing like weeds. They were three weeks old yesterday and I am in no hurry to wean them so they will continue to grow like weeds. 

THEN ONE THING LED …

TO ANOTHER.

BEAT THE WAITING WITH A STICK

HUNKERING down. Closing one’s eyes and accepting that the weather has turned rotton seems to work for the animals. The rain has come with my least favourite wind.  The Nor’East. Strong. And back in they went the animals. Two by two and three by three… Continue Reading “BEAT THE WAITING WITH A STICK”

PORCINE SLEEP DEPRIVATION

When I was a Mum of little babies I used to moan my arse off about having no sleep. Baby got me up TWICE or even God Help Us FOUR times in the night. I would cry. Poppy  the sow feeds her piglets every hour… Continue Reading “PORCINE SLEEP DEPRIVATION”