Tag: countrylife
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Starting at Four in the AM
This morning R and I loaded all the white chickens into crates and all the turkeys into another taller crate. Thanking each one individually. Heaved them up onto the back of the truck and off they went to a small local bird abbatoir. They call them (abbatoirs) lockers here but I am not sure why.…
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But It is my Duty to Escape! 🐖
This is not Colditz. Yet these piggies feel duty bound to attempt an escape at every moment. Today I will work on their backyard. They are very forceful and use their bodies as battering rams to get where they want to be which is OUT then just as forcefully back IN. Anywhere that there is…
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Are our phones staging an insidious silent coup?
I am working on uncoupling from my phone. Not the whole phone but when did these features start replacing stuff in my life. The convenience of it is so seductive. is this a take-over of the chosen kind. In that I have chosen it? The flashlight, the camera, the notes, the photo file, the calendar,…
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The Ugly Shed
I would not have voluntarily shown you this ugly bit of the ugly shed…. … but the white chickens chose to camp in here yesterday and it made me laugh. There is nothing much in there. A few sticks of old furniture, parts of cars, broken totes, a few old seed bags and a lot…
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I Hate to Say It
(Because you know how I dread the winters out here): I hate to say it but we now must release the F word out into the Farmy vernacular. FALL is beginning to be felt. Though I prefer the word Autumn which is what we say in New Zealand. As in Autumnal. I love that word.…
The Kitchen's Garden 