Tag: old barn
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Hiding from the Chill
Not one furry, or feathered, animal, or bird, moved from the barn until late in the morning yesterday, except maybe to run quickly outside to the loo but that would only be the piggies. The rest are not as particular with their ablutions. So after the milking (the milk production has levelled out at 15…
Cecilia Mary Gunther
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Blown Away
In a very noisy way. A windy way. When I am outside in a wind like this TonTon cannot hear me call him. The peacocks do not even bother coming out. It is fiercely loud. Yesterday the wind roared all day. Last night it raced past the house screeching and trying out every crack, and…
Cecilia Mary Gunther
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A Screaming Gale or Two ripped Through.
Yesterday the wind howled all day. Every now and then it would rise up to a biting scratching squall then drop back to a gale. It was not that cold or anything but it was furiously noisy. We forget how noisy the world gets in a wind like that. Wild. It blew my hair almost…
Cecilia Mary Gunther
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Wonderful Glorious People
I received a gift in the mail yesterday. A most wonderful gift. A new set of camera eyes. Bill Jones Jr, the author of The Stream Series, whose comments you will have seen in our comments lounge, has become increasingly concerned about my endless camera troubles. So he sent me his Nikon D90. A most…
Cecilia Mary Gunther
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Walkabout the Farmy on a Still Sepia Day
Good morning. I took you around the farmy yesterday. Yesterday was a day of bird song. It was still, overcast and bright. Which is actually a perfect day for the camera if you want some serious light for the densest colour in your images. Sadly we are still waiting in line for our spring colours,…
Cecilia Mary Gunther
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