Tag: writing
Miss C is Miss Ing …
… in action. Or soon will be. Today she might be laid on her back, under a tree, looking at the cloudless sky. And wondering if, now that she has started writing, will she ever be able to stop. And where did this superb,… Continue Reading “Miss C is Miss Ing …”
A Fine day on the Farmy
It was a grey chilly day. Almost no direct sunlight. It is funny how even the tiniest shaft of sun can lift our heads. Yes, this is the same peacock. The Duke of Kupa’s train is growing so fast! This has surprised me, I… Continue Reading “A Fine day on the Farmy”
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… Continue Reading “Charlotte begins her Slow Recovery. Because I said so.”
Charlotte not much improved: vet today.
Peaceful day on the Farmy. Later in the day the sun came out, and the wind dropped right away. Poor Houdini can’t even have her dust bath in peace. Mama has been doing a fence inspection and is not impressed. Charlotte is still limping… Continue Reading “Charlotte not much improved: vet today.”
Charlotte the Pig is Feeling Poorly
She has started limping quite badly. And a fat pig limping is a very sorry sight. It is one of her back legs below that rather large ham of a butt-hock. Sorry Char had to say it. I have called around and on occasion… Continue Reading “Charlotte the Pig is Feeling Poorly”
NaNoWriMo – Let’s Take our Characters for a Walk: Everyone can Play!
When I was a teacher of drama, in a high school in New Zealand, we would frequently devise characters for improvised plays. One of the exercises, when we were devising, was called Take your Character for a Walk. Everyone in the classroom would assume… Continue Reading “NaNoWriMo – Let’s Take our Characters for a Walk: Everyone can Play!”
Big Dog’s Coat of Not Many Colours
It was cold today. I mean not too cold. My words are too short. I feel I should be writing something poetic about the approaching winter and I know that Smidge would say this with a whole lot more elegance and poetry but there… Continue Reading “Big Dog’s Coat of Not Many Colours”
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