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.
Well I was woken on my sleep in morning to pouring rain and thunder and lightening the inability to sleep past 5am. I opened the thunder door ( the the basement ) for the terrified dogs and went back to bed.
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.
I overslept a bit but these photos are for you.
No, I am not going to talk politics. This is the real manure. We have lots of it.
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.
I used to have beautiful gardens. I must have spent a fortune on flowers. Pulling weeds and making everything neat and tidy.
I was out last night with my camera taking shots of fields of wheat stalks. Poppy and her babies have the inside of the barn to mess about in now. Really this is an attempt to quieten these wild little savages! They need to…