The ducks are still only laying one or two eggs a day. The chickens maybe six on a good day. This is quite natural. The winter is their time for rest.
Well, the porch and everything else is all in a state of rather messy half-done-ed-ness but by lunch today I think we should be all ship shape. The farm that is. My packing is another issue altogether.
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.
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…
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.
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.
Have been full on with two very modern misses. These guests were very serious about getting fully involved in farm chores!
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 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…
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.