Well I was woken on my sleep in morning to pouring rain and thunder and lightening the inability to sleep past 5am. I opened the thunder door ( the the basement ) for the terrified dogs and went back to bed.
This morning. The birds and the crickets make a morning chorus for the dawn. Dense with sound. When I see a dawn like this bright magenta through the fog, I hope my guests are awake to see it.
The hogs down the back are getting big.
Wai has the strangest shape due to his burns as though he is two pigs in the same body. He is so weighty in the front and then much slimmer in the back Even though he is on a strict diet, but he is…
Where do they all come from. This endless succession of Saturday’s. I have found a surprise for you.
I passed my PCQI final exam – did I tell you? So now I am the Qualified Individual in charge of Preventative Controls at The Mill. So much for only a little part time job!
Of both my worlds. A little of both my worlds. Don’t we all live with our feet in more than one camp – that is life right?
Last night I thought I would begin the training to get the young ducks in the Quack House with the old ducks and with very little herding they all just walked in.
Now there’s a deep subject. Weather Gods let us get one cut of hay in, then last night it rained onto the second cut while watering in the oats and corn.
While I am milking Tane sticks his furry nose under the door and talks to me. Like an animated head suspended from a string. Milk. Milk. Milk. He chants.