Tag: fields

No politics here. Just life. Just farming. Just me.

This is a politics free zone. Isn’t that a relief. The frenzy driven, spurious, destructive, puerile, gossipy politics that keeps bleeding into our lives makes me want to run and hide. I need to stand witness, but not here. Not on our farm blog.… Continue Reading “No politics here. Just life. Just farming. Just me.”

RISING UP

All around me. In all four cardinal directions – but nothing to do with the sins – the wheat is sprouting. Struck. Rising up! Wheat is a hardy grass. Some varieties are sown just before the cold really hits yet are strong enough to… Continue Reading “RISING UP”

GOOD LEGS

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… Continue Reading “GOOD LEGS”

HMM, INTERESTING

Not pretty – but pretty interesting.

FouR INCH NaiLS

Or four and a half inches of rain depending on your preference. My titles seldom make any sense. I write almost every day and never get around to putting thought into my titles. 

NEVER LosT

Calves are often hard to find – but they are never lost.

THE WHITE LINE

The other day I opened Poppy’s electric fence gate so she could come out and visit with Sheila but she refuses to cross where the electric fence WAS. I bring her food over and she paces back and forth in front of the memory… Continue Reading “THE WHITE LINE”

KICKING THE COWPATS

I was out kicking cowpats yesterday afternoon – as you do.  As you would – if you had seasoned cowpats to kick. But they need to be properly seasoned.  If you kick them when they are too wet they stick to your gumboots. if… Continue Reading “KICKING THE COWPATS”

THE WEST SIDE

The cows on the West side are more than happy with their big round bale. Stupid seldom leaves its side. Tia’s cousin. He is a beautiful animal. I had John place the round bale under the trees.  It is dry under there with not… Continue Reading “THE WEST SIDE”

SO IT IS

BALING Twine is my friend.  So it is.