Meeting the goats
Distant cousins / maybe not such a limited supply
See Captain Beefheart
Visiting a friend and her new arrivals.
Yesterday, late afternoon, I went to see my friend and neighbour. Here’s what I saw …
Nigel wages his own battles
Jeremy found a stash of rabbit and pigeon carcasses hidden by Nigel underneath the pizza oven beside the woodpile
War on a sunny day
I blame the badgers. It’s not the first time
The door ripped off, the roof broken and the sitting hen and her eggs gone (no doubt killed and eaten).
We must find a way to protect our birds. IT’S WAR!
The end of a glorious day
Sunday visitors feed Esther lamb
Forget-me-nots and a small bee (not one of ours)
Friday night fights in the paddock
Start counting off the days. Hen gone broody
