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.
I opened up the center of the barn for Molly and her piglets to get out of this incessant wind and rain. The wind is so strong it reaches right into the barn on her side.
Night chores are really late evening chores but night chores is easier to say. And during last evenings night chores I separated Tia and Del. Tia goes into a big pen of her own in case she calves in the night. ( Wouldn’t that…
From a finger on the lens – snort – I really must get the camera out. Using the phone is so lazy.
It was really hard to get a sharp image of the piglets yesterday. Molly was in an unreliable mood so I just hung the phone down into their bedroom to see what I got and all I got was a whole lot of out…
It has been a long time since Saturday mornings were any different from other mornings but since moving back into the paid workforce Saturday mornings are developing their old charm.
An Easterly wind blew hard all night long. This meant I closed the chickens big door and also Molly’s big Easterly facing door. Temperature and wind are my greatest allies and enemies. Sometimes all at the same time. But wind is the worst. Little…