Tag: farming
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Hanging out
Last night – late – after a very long trip, Hugo arrived. All the way from Avignon in France. Just to hang out at the farmy for a few months. He is still sleeping. So today will be a bewildering day for him. The first day always is. And tomorrow Pat arrives. Things are busying up…
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Harlequin
Yesterday morning I went across to the West Wing to feed the four calves there and found that the little-ist one, who last week scoured so badly she was coating the walls in a bloody mess, was laid down shivering. The nights have been cooler but not that cold. She got up for her bottle then went…
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Living and Breathing
My shadows, the dogs, and I powered through the day yesterday. Everyone was living and breathing. It was a good and tiring day. We are getting the fields ready for the great reshuffle. Poppy is coming out today and Little and maybe Bobbi (if I can find some help) will be getting a wee field…
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At Last
An ordinary day. But a long one. This is the first time in a long time that I have been working all alone all day and I did not get the chores done until 8pm. However I WAS taking my time and everyone was fed and watered, even Our John, eventually. I have ten more…
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Summer like cotton sheets
Yesterday I was feeding the chickens and suddenly looked up as I felt a Lull descend like a floating white cotton sheet upon the Farmy. A summer lull. Long before the times of fitted sheets, (which I hate by the way – they are useless when the elastic gives up), my mother would make the…
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