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The farmy from the air..

I have been wondering how to show you the layout of the farmy.  There is so much going on and every field has a name.  This must be a little confusing for you. Hairy in The Yards, he head butted me yesterday, so he…

Charlotte begins her Slow Recovery. Because I said so.

Yesterday, I called the vet to talk about The Shush Sister Charlotte, who is still walking very wonkily.  And not often. She lists to the side like a sinking container ship.  But the vet was out for the day and would not be back…

Wet Farmy with a Flying Peahen…

See what happens when we take the day off. And no, I did not get a sleep in, instead there was a murder in the bedroom when Our John forgot that I was having a sleep in and WOKE ME UP!@!! at 5am.  I…

Juxtaposition, a word we want to say out loud!

Just in case you did not know. Peacocks are not shy when it comes to stealing some raw cow’s milk from the cat’s bowl. Much to the despair of the cats.  Though it appears other cats have other avenues of milky drips!  Hairy MacLairy…

Queenie is sent to Coventry for Picking Fights…

..With Pigs. Yes you read right.  Queenie Wineti my sweet little Hereford heifer was caught picking a fight with a small PIG. It started out as such a soft and gentle misty day. The animals all slept in. The peacock added his new found…

Hairy MacLairy gets his Own Way.

Someone is putting on weight. At this time of year and for at least another 6 weeks, if not longer, I have to keep the animals out of the fields for two reasons 1) so that the grass can grow. Daisy does not understand…

Lemon Butter Cake

Well, it was so warm yesterday morning that I put my clown suit  (those ugly thick padded overalls the men use when digging slowly on the side of the road) and my Carhart jacket into the washing machine.  Both were pretty pongy. Then of…

A Walk around the Wee Farm with the Purse Camera

Last night we were sitting outside eating our simple repast, the food supplied by our own wee farm, when we heard a worrying creaky noise coming from Pats Paddock. I could see part of the big paddock, and noticed the Murphys (lambs for dinner)…

Ignore Everything and Make Bread

White Cat in the tree house, yesterday evening. I am ignoring Mary’s Cat who is sleeping in one of the Silent Ones caps looking incredibly cute. And I am not listening to Mama who is crying because I am trying to wean her lambs…