When thinking about the year ahead we recommend the best strategy might be work out how you can spend more time close to pigs.
[some of these pictures thanks to kyphorrhinos]
When thinking about the year ahead we recommend the best strategy might be work out how you can spend more time close to pigs.
[some of these pictures thanks to kyphorrhinos]
Some moments from two days ago…
Several degrees of frost overnight and then the morning sun illuminated swathes of low cloud hovering below us, shape shifting throughout the day, hiding and revealing in a seven-veil dance.
As the sun slinks across the field, it only has the energy for selective thawing
The air might have a temperature of ten degrees but it is moving fast
pressing leaves against the wire
The neighbouring sheep huddle in our lea
But a wild strawberry finds a hedgerow niche to produce a December flower
and lights up the Southern hillsides
The hens are appreciative of their Christmas marrow
On Christmas Eve, as midnight approaches,
And the darkness clicks over into Christmas Day
There is an old story that the animals in the stable where Jesus was born
Can speak, just for a few hours
Until, like many of us, they wait for permission to speak again.
Listen hard this night
Listen hard for the voices that are normally as silent as stones
Listen hard this night
To the voice that’s inside you
To the voice that sings from your bones.
The Ian McMillan Orchestra
Listen here:
which, in deep December, brings mild still air and glowing twilights
A couple of months ago the hedgehog population, not being able to predict this December warmth, settled down for the Big Sleep. There was one little hedgehog, weighing in at under 400g, that did not have the resources to last such a lengthy snooze.
We invited him in. He developed a cough. He visited the vet – worming and antibiotics. Then he became fixated on mealworms, rejecting all other food. Weight went down – then he worked out what was good for himself.
Today – 901g – he is now on a diet!
and moving out of the guest room. (The red spikes are nail varnish we put on to identify him when we initially let him back out only to find he was not able to put on enough weight)
The grass is still growing and the sheep kneel in appreciation
Floppy just hopes his attentions are appreciated
Wandering round the plot today it is easy to see natural decorations superior to any people could devise
Plus we have the Robin
and the two turtle-tits
Floppy would like to audition as a solitary partridge
and Fleur and Fred would like to declare themselves available
Meanwhile Dinah enjoys the dry weather
and, as always, the Starlings gather
and blend