We moved the pigs a fair distance, from where they were recovering the field from the alder and buckthorn, to beside the greenhouse. They must till up the ground where I’m about to move the greenhouse to. It involved setting up the fence a couple of times in long corridors. The pigs were cooperative.Now they’re back in the sun, and practically on lawn, which they are making short work of. It’s kind of strange to have them (back) in the middle of everything, smack between the chicken tribes.
Something has been snatching guineas. A couple of adults are missing, and now there’s only one chick:(But gosh, it’s cute. A pile of bumps in the food dish: The guineas are not exactly “mine”; they’re very much their own, unlike the other obedient farm animals. They don’t mind eating the food, but they are cunning and very hard to trick or contain, even for their protection. They’ve been sleeping in the trees, and I’m racking my brain for how I can get them into someplace safe. I don’t even know what’s getting them. Nor do I have “someplace safe” in mind. I’ll get them all into the greenhouse for the winter, but it’s another week+ before that’s ready. What to do?
I love the outrageous purple of scarlet runner beans. It’s like the fake colouring of grape candy. And they are preposterously large beans, too – the plant, the pods, and the beans. Jack and the beanstalk beans.