Tag: hereford pigs
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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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I lost my clothes
This is the time of year when your day starts cold so you eat a hot breakfast, dress for the weather and go outside and then later in the morning, and layer at a time, you peel off your clothing leaving little pools of discarded colour like a trail of breadcrumbs to follow back home. Then later…
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Laying in Wait
Molly waits for her food with her feet up on the wall. The others clamour and drool but she lays in wait (and drools). She puts her head down and pretends to be the sweetest pig in the world then when I am close and (hopefully) not concentrating she will lunge up off the wall…
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The season begins
And we are off – miss c is back in the saddle… (an English saddle, those wild wild west cowboy saddles hurt my bony bum.) And me and my saddle (but no horse of course) are moving fast now. Thank you for your patience with me and my absence. Spring has hung it’s hat here for…
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Inclement
The wind yesterday was wild. Hair raising actually. We have a few branches down nothing too dramatic but the clouds were incredible. They were moving very fast going from this – to this. Within a few hours. This cloud was the pre-curser to a nasty little squall. The whole sky went dark, screaming wind, hard…
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