Tag: farm life
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Pig Mama
Every two hours I make like a Pig Mama and wake up my charges (The rescue piglets) and escort them to the Darlek for a quick drink. They never drink for long. They are still very weak – too weak really – but we are pushing on, at least they are and I am pushing…
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Walking on my Legs
After a full day of mowing and trimming and fencing – my legs took me up to the creek that is really a ditch to watch the sun go down. I call this walk checking the fences. Sometimes it is hard for me to just say I am walking because I love to walk…
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WHY AM I COLD?
And YES. The capitals DO mean I am shrieking! I was outside yesterday in big jacket, wooly scarf big socks – the works. Can someone please tell the rain gods that it is May now and it is time to warm up so the vegetables can grow and I can wear less than three layers.…
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Pigs like buses
I was sitting on the veranda steps in the afternoon, head down, tying up the laces of my work boots when a large slow moving shadow passed across blocking the sun. “Out Boo,” I said, “you are in my light.” “Grunt” said Sheila steaming past me and disappearing by slow degrees around the corner. Boo moved up…
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