Posted in Food, Village Life, Wild Things, tagged Alps, pigs, Wild boar on 18 January, 2008 | 6 Comments »
Something crunched underfoot as I crossed the courtyard and I was pleased that it was dark and that I couldn’t see the offending object. They had killed the pig here a few hours earlier and I was under no illusion as to what I had probably just stepped on.
I live on one of the few [...]
Posted in Beginnings, Wild Things on 11 August, 2007 | 10 Comments »
The beam of light swept slowly across the field, then came to an abrupt halt. “Bloody Hell” said my husband, flicking the switch quickly, “there must be at least fifteen of them.” He closed the window and put the old army spot lamp and battery down on the floor before belting out of the lounge.
We had [...]
Posted in Family Stuff, Wild Things on 21 June, 2007 | 2 Comments »
« Clear Off! » I yelled, as I launched myself out of the door in a full frontal attack.
The dog, who had been dozing on the mat, suddenly sprang into action, throwing herself eagerly into the midst of the roosting hens, in a melee of squawking and barking. I chased them away from my front [...]
Posted in Desperate Housewives, Wild Things on 16 April, 2007 | 2 Comments »
We now have our very own Fort Knox on the farm. Unlike its U.S. counterpart however, ours was not built to protect against two-legged robbers, but as a stronghold against four-legged ones. The new, French Fort Knox contains gold bullion of the vegetable kind: asparagus.
Everyone adores asparagus, so two years ago we decided to plant [...]
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