To move a mob of pigs takes a lot of preparation. (Unlike a break-out that takes no preparation at all). The Six had finished their smaller sunflower field and were ready to take on the big one. I had been holding off while the… Continue Reading “SHIFTING”
Little showers yesterday. Dark with clouds. Even a mild breeze. And lots of growth.
Not pretty – but pretty interesting.
I know. As well as all the other stupid techy problems I have been having then WordPress shut me out asked for my password then would not accept it and then would not accept the new one, then shut me out for a couple… Continue Reading “SHUT OUT”
The wild flowers have begun to get all blowsy and over blown – going to seed – with traces of last nights makeup and tired feet from dancing. My plan was to fence it off and put the cows in there but I am… Continue Reading “Wild Flower Garden”
Yesterday – an hour before the tractor arrived to bale our hay – it began to rain, just a little at first then the skies opened up and it rained and rained all morning. We even went in and worked on rainy day jobs… Continue Reading “No Hay Day”
I almost took my husbands eyes out with my dirty farmers fingernails yesterday when he said to me there is no way that potbelly pig can survive with all those open wounds. The skin is coming off in huge clumps now exposing pretty rugged… Continue Reading “Super Pig”
It is hot and muggy. Wet. As I am writing (4.45am) we are in the midst of quite a squall. The gale force winds have softened to just very high winds so I went through the torrential rain to check the animals and the barn is quiet and… Continue Reading “Growing in the Hot Storms”
Every morning after he has fed the chickens Hugo hooks up the trailer to his beloved ride -on lawn mower, cuts about 30 – 40 stalks of sunflowers and driving about the farm, distributes them between the pigs and cows and meat chickens. Like… Continue Reading “Sunflowery”
Last night I decided that I would begin the process to wean Naomi completely from her mother. So instead of letting her back with her mother in the evening I left her in her corner pen with walls that come up to my chest… Continue Reading “black calf in the black night”