Sometimes this old farm
Feels like a long lost friend
Hey it's good to be back home again
I said hey it's good to be back home again...
Well, it's been a while so I thought it was about time to bring you up to date with a few things.
And, since the last ramblings of this old man, we have had the referendum, a general election and numerous atrocities and disasters around the UK, Europe and the world, but you know what, I'm going to leave all of that, suffice to say every one of the needless deaths and injuries breaks my heart.
In fact I've had a bit of a wake up call myself on what's important in life, a small stroke a couple of weeks back saw me in the Stroke ward at west Suffolk Hospital.
I was lucky, seeing people younger than me who had been hit much harder by a stroke than I had was a real leveller.
But I'm on the mend, and once again I'm grateful that we have the NHS, another topic I'll avoid at this moment in time.
|KC gone but not forgotten|
Our menagerie has grown somewhat since I last wrote and we have welcomed two ponies, Briony and Poppy, two tortoises, three guinea pigs and 13 chooks oh and another cat, Colin!
All of them since we lost our most senior cat KC at 18 years of age.
"No more animals" we said .
"The heartbreak when they die is just too much" we said.
|After the bath!|
"We've already got too many animals and we're getting older" we said.
"They're too much of a tie, we can't go away without having to get someone to look after them" we said.
Then someone, (who shall remain nameless because they were responsible for 13 chooks, 2 ponies and a cat) called and said "Are you interested a pony?"
"Yes" we said.
|Briony, just Briony!|
Hours have been spent grooming, plaiting tail and combing mane and not one word of complaint has passed.
Guidance by the loveliest of people, Jane at Wideham Farm has paid off and Coco sits proud in the saddle as we amble down the lanes around the garden, stopping at every bystander to tell them about Poppy and how to look after her.
We even love her when, after her bath , she roams the paddock looking for the dustiest, dirtiest most undesirable spot before rolling with great gusto and obvious pleasure in whatever muck she can find! Maybe Poopy would be more appropriate!
And then there's the adorable Briony, therapy on 4 legs!
She is possibly the gentlest, sweetest most understanding horse you could ever wish to meet. She arrived two weeks after Poppy. They had been together for a long time before being separated for several months.
|(Clockwise from top) GP, Tuck, Chubby and Biggles|
Then there's the boys, we had Chubby the guinea pig for some time on his own.
"He looks lonely" Nanny Southwellski said "He needs a friend".
Then we heard about GP (Ginger Pig) and his mate Tuck, who were looking for a forever home.
So off to Ipswich to pick them up.
It was all going well, until after about an hour we realised Chubby was a grumpy anti social git!
So we had to keep them separated, but Nanny Southwellski had other plans which is how the guinea pigs found themselves outside sharing a large run with the torties.
So the three of them seemed to get on much better with the extra space. After chasing each around and around the run to fight, by the time they caught each other they were too knackered to do anything. Problem solved.
But three is an odd number, so along came Biggles who was only a few weeks old when he joined us. The older pigs are quite gentle with him even when he takes their snacks right out of their mouths.
And so, Colin! A 'friend' asked if we would like a cat, a cat with attitude, I was told, come and meet him.
"Where is he?" I asked.
"He's shut in the summer house because he attacks things" She said
I was squeezed in through the door and there was Colin. I won't say it was love at first sight, it took a couple of minutes.
"I'll think about it" I said later.
"No need, I've put him in a crate in your van" She said.
And so Colin had found a new home, now to tell Nanny Southwellski and Coco that I was bringing a gremlin into our home.
Coco was smitten with him and he with her.
We kept him indoors for a couple of weeks before introducing him to Teeny Weenie (Scarlett) who is the most inoffensive being on the planet.
Colin came across the floor like a whirling dervish all teeth and claws and we had to rescue Teeny.
Coco took over, gave him lots of love and cuddlesand that was it, he discovered a kindred spirit in Coco and now has a routine of coming in every night and sleeping on her bed, and he has become one of the most affectionate cats I've ever met.
|Easy does it.......|
Apparently, to call it a 'Pit' gives it an industrial rating for our insurance, but, calling it a 'Hollow' changes that and halves our premium so 'Hollow' it is.
Coco has polished her driving skills on the beast and now can manoeuvre it around the tightest areas of the garden which is a great help, just have to drag her away from the cats and ponies these days.
We've been busy making alterations to the goat shed, we have ten now, Goats not sheds!
|Coco and Karen Carney|
Coco went to her first football (soccer) game and watched England Women beat Austria Women 3-0.
It was lovely that the England player took time out after the game to come and talk to the young fans. Just the sort of role models our youngsters need.
So here endeth the first lesson, I'd best get out and take some more photos for the next post.