Slowly but steadily, I am getting all the pigs into their Pig Pastures with all the good green feed.
HOME again, home again. Jiggedy Jig.
WELL, Almost everyone.
Believe it or not there are signs that the seasons are changing. Slowly – slowly. The icy muck tells us that the struggle between winter and summer has begun.
Right this minute – it is 5.23am -it is 53F/11C, really warm. And wet, sopping all over, really wet, wet air and wet ground and wet all around. I can hear water dripping off the eaves into the gardens and the water barrel.
Cows can Jump
And rains and rains and winds and winds. Though today is just wind. Cold wind. Yesterday evening, in my clown suit and jacket, I opened the gates for the cows to come up and shelter by the barn for the night and they GALLOPED through…
The grass is fantastic for this time of year. In fact we are going to be thinking about cutting hay as soon as the weather settles. And the pigs love it when the grass is long and tasty. Sheila and TonTon. Sheila my darling…