Tag: feeding out
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It was only luck
It as only luck that I was on the tractor last night rolling out through the garden and along the empty grey fields, – past the pigs field, them runing out to meet me – we’re here we’re here … .. through the baby fellowship forest. Along the fence-line where the the black and white herd gathered…
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… to be a cow
A good day to be a cow. Nothing but lazing about in the sun, thinking about nothing. Ears up and head up when the tractor and the dogs and I bring their hay down to the back of the field. Breakfast in bed. Lovely if you are into that kind of thing. I always throw…
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a day in the life of miss c, without pictures
Yesterday. It was that kind of day. But with no photographic evidence. Let me tell you about it. I awoke at 4.30 am as usual and listened to the wind for a wee minute. It still sounded like winter. Why I think I am going to wake up one morning and it will sound like…
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