I know. I know, I say that all the time. But it is true. Who does not want to do a Jig when you are finally delivered back Home. Home again, Home again. Jiggedy – Jig! Home. Our favourite destination. Though, like all Immigrants… Continue Reading “Home again, Home again, Jiggedy Jig.”
When I returned from buying feed yesterday morning, the guineas were shrieking up a storm. Imagine a highly strung young matron throwing her apron over her face and running screaming in circles, then you have a reasonable description of the guineas when they see… Continue Reading “Hawks Love Young Chicks”
Lambs are natural escape artists. They have a tendency to leak through fences. Minty was winding herself around my ankles like a cat so getting her in the shot was impossible. These two were inspecting the trucks. Soon Mama started to make a racket… Continue Reading “Calling all Marmite Hoarders!”