I have loaded my pictures but I can’t find my words.
With the six. And their field. All the oats and corn are gone already. They ate all the best feed first . Being pigs and all. We have late summer colour succumbing to cold frosty mornings. It was quite cold yesterday – it was…
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.
The hogs down the back are getting big.
Wai has the strangest shape due to his burns as though he is two pigs in the same body. He is so weighty in the front and then much slimmer in the back Even though he is on a strict diet, but he is…
Where do they all come from. This endless succession of Saturday’s. I have found a surprise for you.
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…
Things are puttering along. Anna has been here almost a month so everyone including me has been very well looked after.
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.
When I can think of a header that is not ‘more rain’. I will let you know. Another deluge yesterday evening.