Geordie Smallholder was caught red-handed on Friday when I came home from work with a chainsaw in one hand and the pine hedge cut off at the knees lying at his feet. In my defense, said he, you left me alone with the chainsaw. So it’s my fault. The birds were upset that the trees with easy access to the bird feeders were coming down. For the wood pidgeons, GS reminded them the clue was in their name, the wood’s over there, birdies.
Tim and Dora are getting along well. Dora is a very kissy horse, she also has a mustache, which explains some of the faces the family pull when a giant Clysedale puckers up and gives them a big smackeroo.
Highlights from January: we all went out for afternoon tea, a present from Millie (thank you, it was yummy) and one of the chickens laid a huge egg – that must have hurt, it was double the normal size.
February highlights: fab sunsets, Dora settling in, the Assassin glaring, snowdrops and primroses, maybe Spring will be here soon.
We’ve also had birthdays, log splitting, painting, fixing the road, weeds and clear but absolutely freezing nights.
The Geordie Smallholder 