Evening itinerary:
Arrive home from day job as the sun sets.
Check last night's 13 newborns (when I watched steam rise from their wet, warm bodies).
Shovel out stables where mums and babies are, replace with fresh barley straw.
Pick grass for squeaking guinea pigs and sniffing rabbit.
Pick kale for hungry human (curly and red russian).
Roast chestnuts (from Preolenna, high rainfall area in the far north-west) under hot grill.
Invent kale fritters with chopped, cooked kale, buff sussex eggs, crumbly local cheese, and breadcrumbs.
Autumn is definitely here, there's no doubting it now. Speaking in short sentences also helps conserve energy for warmth.
What a beautiful and evocative post Eliza.
ReplyDeleteThanks Stephen.
ReplyDeleteBy evocative do you mean you can smell the pig poo?!
I thought I wiped my boots...
And what was Guy doing Eliza, whilst you were running yourself ragged?! Nice pic too.
ReplyDeleteGuy's been away for a couple of days so I've been IN CHARGE! A chance to spend some quality time with the sows, some female bonding.
ReplyDeleteThere was another litter when I came home from work today. A gilt with her first babies. She's being very protective and careful with them. I imagine she's feeling a bit like a first time human mother.