A life for a life

Dear Vicky
You poor things. But think of that little pig as the glue to your new relationship with the neighbours, a little sacrifice for your new way of being?

I had to kill a Myxi wild rabbit the other day and cried my eyes out as I stood there in my yellow marigolds with it twitching in my hands. The kids (and Jed) watched in a mix of admiration and horror. They hear so many stories of my childhood in the country from both me and Gory Grandpa that I don't think they quite know what I'm capable of. They held the puppies pretty close that night.

Penicillin? Does that mean that they'll no longer be organic? I'm not entirely convinced by the argument anyway; our milk comes from the cows opposite who get anti-biotics if they get mastitis because cabbage leaves just don't work. But it does mean that they won't get the premium milk price. I'm with the cows on this.

We're still waiting to exchange on Three Acres (today please?) but went down there to have a chat with the pigs yesterday. I realise that Demolition Dave who actually owns them (and the sheep, the chickens and the sweetie Jack Russells who are kept outside with frozen water in their bowl) and I might have different ideas of how to raise animals. That'll be an interesting thread to this smallholding debate. Interesting that I wrote "threat" instead then....
lots of love
Gilly