Tag: piglets

ARE YOU MY MOTHER?

Jude approaches everyone on the farm with the fearless inquisitiveness of the very young. I just let him wander about for the meantime. Let him explore.

OUTSMARTED BY THE DUCKS

Yesterday when I went out to start my chores I was greeted by a string of giggling ducks wandering down the drive. Not good. They should have been in the barn laying. It was not yet light. And all their nests were empty. Not…

BACKWARDS –

Back – Wards. Usually you follow my day, my yesterday, in pictures going forwards but today we are going backwards because that’s just what happened.

I’M BA – ACK!!

Paraphrasing Here – because it is an “I” not a “They”. And wee Poo-Bum Piglet also known as Jude is not scary. But you Get the picture. Jude is Back. He’s Ba-ack! Sung in a poltergeisty kind of way.

THE LAST FEW DAYS

Have been full on with two very modern misses. These guests were very serious about getting fully involved in farm chores!

THE WRIGGLE

I am writing this with Poo Piglet Whose Name is Jude on my lap and he is such a wriggle! Today two of Molly’s Eight will be sold to a friend to be grown on his developing homestead. Two fat gilts. And we are…

WAI WAI’s BED

Wai Wai has become the bed-maker extraordinaire. In amongst the straw in the sunroom of the barn are a collection of blankets and old jackets for added warmth. Each afternoon Wai digs through and collects these items and drags them to his corner. Somehow…

THE KILLING FROST

Real cold is coming. Well, cold for this time of year anyway. In a month it will not be considered cold at all. Tonight we go down to 27F that is -2C. A killing frost.

SNOW IN OCTOBER

Weird. Very cold and most unsettling to have snow this early. Though I have heard tell of it snowing on a Halloween before. I had not even shaken the spiders out of my winter work coat yet.

THE EGG INSPECTOR

The egg inspector comes today. We are ready for him. Though little poo bum might stay in his bedroom for the visit.

SNAKES AND LADDERS

You can breathe again. Piglet is back in the game.

THE MUCK

More rain. More mud. More scooping of the poop. And sadly our little piglet is not doing so well.