How fortunate we are in this land to be 55 degrees away from the equator. That gives us the angled light of autumn that takes us from a dawn where the valley is obscured by clouds
We are told to harvest remaining tomatoes and “cut our losses”
but it is easier said than done
We have a brief trauma when we hear ear-splitting howls from down below. We find Dinah, inexplicably, with her jaw caught in the stock fencing. We cut the fence. She seems grateful, and not to much the worse for wear
She follows us around and then feasts on new cut grass.
Here is the fence after we have cut out the wire and shielded it with a hurdle
Dinah is proving a resilient sow.
Week 1: Seperated from litter, taken to new home, exposed to Bert, trapped in a fence – and still appears relaxed and friendly.
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