But that was as close as I got before she saw me.
I have loaded my pictures but I can’t find my words.
As I moved from one job to the next mending fences and cleaning out pens, laying in straw and filling water tanks, shifting pigs – a flock of ducks waddled along behind me. Scolding and chattering.
With the six. And their field. All the oats and corn are gone already. They ate all the best feed first . Being pigs and all. We have late summer colour succumbing to cold frosty mornings. It was quite cold yesterday – it was…
I am sorry about the “Moo” but you know the rules!
The second and last pig field has been opened up for the six little pigs. It is glorious but as usual they are still afraid to walk past where the electric fence was.
In the last 24 hours we have had hours of heavy rain accompanied by the roar of black thunder so loud and continuous that it became a white noise.
It is raining again.
The meat chickens are growing fast on their free diet of fresh milk from the cow mixed with expired cracked rye and cornmeal from the mill and good greens.
Well I was woken on my sleep in morning to pouring rain and thunder and lightening the inability to sleep past 5am. I opened the thunder door ( the the basement ) for the terrified dogs and went back to bed.