This blog is an enchanting, well written, and fascinating view of farm life and the writer is fabulous!
Timatanga Moana, who rode home from the KuneKune farm on my lap. Cuddled into the crook of my arm. For two hours. This image was taken from the back seat of the jeep by The Matriarch. It is way too gorgeous to look at only once. Who ever thought a wee piggie would sit on my knee that long.
She is small, small enough to lay in my lap with plenty of room left over. She is chubby and smiley, has short legs and tiny tiny hooves and plods about the floor making a sound that is a cross between a purr and a small tank engine chuff. When I scratch her belly she slides to the ground and makes a whistly song. Her long soft hair is a tortoiseshell mixture. Red, black and white. She is set up in the Snug with a bed of hay, a bucket to hide in (Poppy now reverses…
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