The Old Wolf Express X - In which I arrive on the farm

[theoldwolf]

Rain. Mud. Dung. Grease. Greenery as far as the eye can see. Injuries upon my hand, where the one-eyed demon pigeon has already vented his fury. Already hunting invisible cows... not helped by the fact that you could almost put this one in your pocket. She's so tiny - Patience is the orphan calf, last daughter of Daisy of blessed memory. She can hide anywhere, and yesterday evening gave Kathy quite a scare before she was located hiding behind a hay bale. She needs to get a bit bigger so we don't worry that she's escaped through a hole in the fence somewhere, or has been carried off by an owl.

This is the farm. Glorious!

Making banana bread tonight.

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[r-caton.livejournal.com]

ALL TOGETHER NOW........
Green Acres is the place to be
Farm livin' is the life for me
Land stretchin' out so far and wide
Keep Manhattan just gimme that countryside....

Love Light and Peace upon all of you!

Dang but it's 150 years since Hackney was "country"