Just go immediately to this post at Poemas del rio Wang …
I bet you’ll never guess what this is:
The giraffe is no help at all. It’s so-called “English beer yeast, with glucose”; my daughter bought it for her horse, but apparently some people eat it for extra vitamin B. It’s 100% natural–that’s always assuming you consider brewing beer to be natural, I suppose– and it’s “rich in proteins”. It looks quite awful, I certainly wouldn’t eat it:
I suppose it’s related to Marmite. I quite like Marmite. What’s the significance of the giraffe poking out of a circle, I wonder? She also gives the horse cod-liver oil to drink. I love that.
Something else I noticed the other day at the stables was Hoof Polish. It has one of those royal warrants on it “By appointment to Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II, purveyors of hoof polish”. I knew there was something funny about that family. They’ve all got hooves. You notice she always wears white gloves in public.
I let the goats outside because it wasn’t very cold. There isn’t much room for them to gallop around, but it makes a pleasant change, I thought.
It may have made Vesla slightly agoraphobic. She retreated under the little stabbur where we keep their food.
It’s quite cozy under there if you’re her size.
This is where they cut down the spruce forest last autumn. They left most of the birch trees; you can see them much better now.
Before the snow, they were cutting firewood with this tractor attachment. We bought some for next year, you can’t really use it until it dries out properly.
You can kind of see the mist on the horizon.
There’s mist on the lake by our house too. After a large snowfall, a little machine from the local ski club comes chugging past making two sets of tracks for people to ski in. Having grown up in England I sometimes use the left hand tracks, but it’s easy to swap over if someone’s coming.