The hogs down the back are getting big.
Of both my worlds. A little of both my worlds. Don’t we all live with our feet in more than one camp – that is life right?
I often find things when I examine images in the morning as I prepare them for publication. I think that is a jacket? On the post behind the peacock. I know exactly where my one work jacket is so it must be the woodcutters!
A more aptly named bull I have never met. Evidently this guy never misses a meal, makes lovely strong babies and is very gentle.
POPPY’S Six are growing like weeds. They were three weeks old yesterday and I am in no hurry to wean them so they will continue to grow like weeds.
LET’S look at that picture again. I knew these birds would be photogenic but they are beautiful.
SOMETIMES there are little Instagram videos that you just can’t miss. This is a milestone moment. I gave the ducklings a dish of water and they took to it – Like Ducks to Water!
WEANING is one of the most poignant days on the farm. The babies are healthy and growing up, they are old enough to live on their own without their mother, things are going according to plan, but OH the MISERY – there is no…
Fifteen minutes of extra day light may not seem like a lot but at the end of yesterday it was just enough to finish everything up in daylight with time left over for the dogs and I to walk around the perimeter.
The wind is howling outside. It howled all yesterday too by the afternoon it was gale force and is holding.