Tag: pigs
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Closed for Busy-ness
The wind blew cold and strong yesterday. So the big doors were closed, with boards running crosswise to secure them and stop them from flying inward. The little pigs sleep right inside those doors and I don’t want them caught in a cross draft of cold wind blowing straight on them. The wind was quite the surprise…
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Is that art?
Does Art have to be conscious? This is actually a serious question. I have always said that some gardeners can be artists, some builders are artists, a zooped up old car can be art, my bedroom table can be art, a perfect line of shiny mens shoes in the wardrobe can be art. Is a perfectly…
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The crooked-ness
My posts are crooked, the barn is leaning, the feeders are sinking and the BooBoo limps. The hay bales list, the fields are poggy and not one fence follows a straight line. The posts are on a lean, the gates drag and the chickens perch on ramshackle lengths of pole. All this I can take but if…
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Bobbys and Heifers
The big Hereford Bobby, T2 and Lady Astor’s Bobby T are now the sole occupants of the sloppy salad bar paddock. Little Bobby T3 and his best friend Sheila the big fat pig who is not really fat at all have come across to the big barn. The salad bar is a bit of a mess.…
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Run-aways
We have not had an escape for ages. Everyone seems to be happy where they are. But when I went out to do the afternoon chores yesterday and saw this – – in front of the barn, I knew that somewhere was an escaped pig. I looked first into the bedroom of the little pigs…
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