Sunday, August 6, 2017

Weaning Off of Piggies

The piggies are sleeping alone sometimes now instead of always piling up.  They're more like teenagers who are all about escaping under the fence and hanging out in gangs in the mud ponds.  

Every now and then the mothers roll over for a few minutes and indulge their big babies in some nursing.  More often than not the babies lose interest and wander off alone.  One of these days the pig pasture is going to be empty except for a few pregnant sows, and the whole cycle will start over again.

As for me, we're leaving town this week for a couple of weeks in New Jersey and Nova Scotia; so my next posts will be as big a surprise to me as to you.  Stay tuned!

Friday, August 4, 2017

Lugnasa on the Farm

Lugnasa -- first harvest, ancient beginning- of- the- end- of- summer festival--
These steers are flopped on the ground under some trees taking a little break.  I can sense a shift in the light, a softening of the grip of the heat and humidity--
a distinct lack of interest in mothering in these sows having a snooze in the mud and completely ignoring the rather large baby who is licking grain off his mother's back.  
Lambies are turning into wooly sheep,  piggies have learned how to doze in the mud and go off to college all on their own.  

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Free-Rangers and a Flerd

These hens will not stay inside their newly- reinforced fence.  Life lived on edges in the waning days of summer!

Sunday, July 30, 2017


Cows roaming free in the wheat-- two little boys having fun in the parking lot mud wallow while their parents were distracted by gathering all their picnic equipment-- someone's bathing suit top left hanging on a limb-- a great blue heron--

But best of all, when I walked past the pig pasture I watched around twenty piggies dig under a break in the fence and run  to some nearby apple trees.  Squealing excitedly they gobbled up windfall apples while the farm people were at lunch.  This was possibly the happiest day of these piggies' life!

Thursday, July 27, 2017

Piggies, Hands-Free Man, Mayflies

Mayflies against our big livingroom window yesterday, drying their new wings, astonishing tails!  And then in the heat of the afternoon piggies discover the joys of the mud pond.

At Thai Basil this evening a guy reading his phone hands-free while the fountain god spat out a constant plashy stream.

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Bulls Passing as Silently As Barges

So yesterday morning I pulled over to sketch the sheep.  I wondered why the bulls were absent.  I drew for a few minutes and then decided to pack it in as it was so hot.  Suddenly I spied a bull sliding past beyond the fence and partly obscured by the rose bushes.  He was so large and interestingly close--  then out of the corner of my eye I saw a second bull sliding past, and then a third.  They passed as silently as barges on the Mississippi--

reminding me of the evening I made this sketch of Jacob photographing barges from the levee at the Fly in New Orleans a few years ago.

Those silent, dark shapes slipping past like a strange parade in a dream.

Later I made this trail map as I was walking on the west river trail, fitted it in around another sketch of the sheep and a silent, gliding bull.  The plant is a very small orchid that is producing little scalloped seed pods.

Sunday, July 23, 2017

Flerding and a Rafter and a Dismayed Cat

The brown mound beyond the sheep is a sleeping bull.

Yesterday morning was sunny and blue with wild chicory in bloom and  rafter of turkeys and their poults crossing the road.
Jesse waiting out a downpour in the carport near the groundhog-gnawed post.