Tag: thekitchensgarden
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Sheila speaks. (audio)
Last night everything was quiet in the home barn, the wind had dropped, the birds were roosting and the cows munched quietly in the background so while I put Sheila and the kune-kunes to bed under their respective covers, I recorded the discussion between Sheila (my big old Hereford pig) and I. Our good night talk. A…
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Me and My …
… Have you ever heard of that song “Me and My Shadow.” (sorry, an ear-worm if ever there was one) I need to go back and read the lyrics because I am sure this song is about a man (or woman) and his dog. It is an old song – from the 20’s I think.…
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Anti-Climax
By afternoon the heavy rain turned to snow, coming down heavily. So I threw on my clown suit and big jacket and and hattie and trotted about getting everyone fed early in case we got snowed in. I put everyone to bed and shut all the big doors in preparation for the Blowing Snow. I Drove at speed…
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Twilight
Twilight. Such an evocative word. Twilight in Alberta. And I arrived home to twilight in Illinois. The pigs were pleased to see me. And the cows came galloping in. But the birds were galvanised – Geraldine (seen above in the background) positively trilled. She was under my feet and my hands as, working against the dying light,…
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Nothing like I thought they would be
I said to Mad yesterday, in a comment, that the Spanish Black Turkeys are nothing like I thought they would be. I thought they would quietly slope about like a peacock. Roost in the same place every night like all the other birds. I thought they would sit in the trees and being such a…
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