The Vet Bet

If I were a betting man, the vet said, putting his head to one side then to the other studying Lady Astors belly and crinkly udder – I would say she was not pregnant.  She is wide enough, he said,  but that udder should be moving by now. He had an emergency to get to though …

The quiet feathers

After I dropped Hugo and his family at the railway station to begin their journey to Chicago, I drove all the way home to the farm again in an empty car. When I got home I stood in the drive and the silence was almost crushing.  I went inside to see if the silence was the same in …

Lady A

Oops, I am late. Just got back in. I went to bed early last night, and got up late. I must have needed the extra sleep. Mucking out the stalls is hard work. And my muscles are still wintery and stiff. It is all go outside – warm and gorgeous. So this morning the cows …

The Runt

While Daisy’s calf hides, growing fatter by the minute, (not too fat we hope).. though at the moment I have quite given up hope on a calf at all, is it a fantasy calf?  but there sure is milk! (larger breeds will calve up to 10 days later than the average table so being an …

Bees and Bees and Baby Bumps

So much good news. I was clearing the bees doorway yesterday afternoon.  It was above freezing and such a beautiful day without a breath of wind. I put my ear to the beehive and there they were, making their disapproval  known with a deep far away baseball cheer of buzzing. Good bees. Later in the …

How do you open a door?

I have always wondered this.  How do you open a door? Do you step up turn the doorknob, push the door in a little,  just wide enough to slip through, then shut it behind you.  This is what I do in the winter. In the summer the doors are open wide all day and all …

Blankets for Pigs

Last night was not so cold, but late in the night I got it into my head that Sheila, my big Hereford pig, needed a blanket – and you know how these thoughts are, after the initial thought, nothing will turn it away.. not even the promise of sleep.  You see, when I went out …

A perfect housekeeper is my pig.

Every  evening before bed-time Sheila has a little routine. I am allowed to place her clean straw on top of the old straw and she carefully tears it apart and pushes it this way and that until he has a nice high soft bed. She spends some time getting it just right before she settles …