Tag: peacock

MOO FREE

This morning as I write there are no mooing calves. I am not sure whether to be relieved or grateful or worried that they have all run off.

HOPEFUL SPROUTS

As I work even harder to feed my animals without buying feed in plastic bags the sprouting gets more and more important. As we know plastic is not going anywhere but into the piles and landfills in our respective countries. It is quite simply…

ONCE AGAIN

The farmy has a sunny day ahead. Plus a high that may just tip us above freezing. My arms ache from carrying buckets of water for the cows so I hope we can get the hoses out today.  Carrying water is hard work. 

THE TONGUE

Do you see it? That little full-to-the-brim milk tongue. 

WILD YOU

The Kitchen Garden Retreat on Airbnb is toddling along quite nicely. I have guests expected today so it is all set up and looking so beautiful. I will bake bread and leave a loaf on the counter and a small bottle of fresh milk…

SQUARE POTS

SQUARE POTS? MADNESS!

Big Birds in Barns

The barn is heaving with birds at the moment, not only the big domestic birds- all the homeless roosters that are not allowed to live with the hens, the peahens and the two oldest guinea fowl on the planet, and Mr Flowers the peacock,…

Yesterday I lost one of Poppy’s piglets. She looked a bit off on Friday evening, stopped eating on Saturday, did not respond to the usual treatments and died yesterday morning. I don’t know. I take these things hard. She had no symptoms at all. No…

The dark-en deepen-eth

The nights are coming so early and the clouds have been so thick and low lately that it seems to me I have to start evening chores straight after lunch or I won’t be done by dark. Sunset is at 4.24pm. Luckily Our John…

Room in there for me?

I asked Sheila. Is there room in there for me. She said, yes but would not move over so I had to climb over her big body and scrunch myself into a corner of her house. It was warm and calm in there and…

Mr Flowers comes out for a walk

And he is still out with his girls this morning  AND I slept in a bit.  Which is unusual but happens sometimes. I wake at 5AM but this morning I went straight back to sleep.  And now it is 6.27AM! So I am writing…

The season begins

And we are off – miss c is back in the saddle… (an English saddle,  those wild wild west cowboy saddles hurt my bony bum.) And me and my saddle (but no horse of course) are moving fast now. Thank you for your patience with…