An air of transition and a small feeling of besiegement

Forward

These jottings are mainly for our own amusement and we know one or two family members drop in from time to time.  Occasionally we have  leveraxe moments which draw in visitors from the forested Northlands but mostly random views are rare.  We know that T’s friend in Australia looks in regularly but beyond that our unknown visitors are… unknown.  So if you are out there looking at this please leave us the occasional comment – especially if you are that person in Bosnia or Herzgovina.

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So…

As the fencemen depart they leave us with an altered landscape; perhaps for the first time marking this bit of land ready for a new phase of life.

Pig pens are marked out
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Wallows scraped
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(including the one now containing a reconnected phone line)
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And a cesarean scar cut from the pig birth area
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to the navel of water source
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(pigs are thirsty animals)
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While our future plans are mostly expansionist we do feel, at the same time, a little bit reactive as…

we erect defences against the nibbling rabbits
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and, after a brazen midday fox has been chased off, the hens are miserably confined to barracks
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Additionally, Molly – the only urban veteran – is probably on her way out as she nestles up with co-invalid, droop-winged May
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Later, they take air together outside
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But a good besiegement impends as Severn Trent shut us off from the world for three weeks once the Eisteddfod has ended – uninterrupted bliss.

Elsewhere on The Plot today
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