I often find things when I examine images in the morning as I prepare them for publication. I think that is a jacket? On the post behind the peacock. I know exactly where my one work jacket is so it must be the woodcutters!
To move a mob of pigs takes a lot of preparation. (Unlike a break-out that takes no preparation at all). The Six had finished their smaller sunflower field and were ready to take on the big one. I had been holding off while the… Continue Reading “SHIFTING”
Usually everything is pretty calm at this time of year. Until it is not. We all go about our business hoping the feed will hold out. Worrying about rain. Counting eggs, checking gates, checking feed and generally just poddling about. Until we get… Continue Reading “NOTHING LIKE A GOOD BREAK-OUT!”
I am quite sure Molly is pregnant. Well, kind of quite sure.
Little showers yesterday. Dark with clouds. Even a mild breeze. And lots of growth.
Not pretty – but pretty interesting.
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.
Slowly but steadily, I am getting all the pigs into their Pig Pastures with all the good green feed.
POPPY’S Six are growing like weeds. They were three weeks old yesterday and I am in no hurry to wean them so they will continue to grow like weeds.
POPPY has her doors open wide now and everything is so much calmer in the farrowing pen. I have the windows open in the house and both of us are losing that claustrophobic feeling.