RIP Sweet little Pippin 😥

Baby Pippin

Sweet mini-goat Pippin passed away last night – we got the vet out but he had a blockage in one of his stomachs and it was too late.

He will be missed by his human family and his herd (Raspberry, Benny, Billy, Merlin and Spirit) – especially Raspberry who was particularly close to little Pippin – we bought them together and bottle fed both of them 😪

raspberry and pippin

Pippin

molly-and-co

Pippin and Merlin

Beasties

Time flies …

Baby Tessa

What happened to

yellow rubber duckies, floating with permanent optimism,
tough board books with simple pictures, words and chewed spines,
soft pink and white elephants and squidgy rattles,
tiny stretchy baby suits that were too small too quickly,
(stretch the clothes, not the baby laughed Mum)
nursery rhyme nurseries with stick-on stories,
musical mobiles, warm nightlights and rocking chair
soothing on sleepless nights,
pastel coloured throws, floor mats, and nappy bags
with enough supplies for a trek to Nepal,
baby slings and prams, capsules and car seats,
and choice magazine advice for new parents.

They have all disappeared, along with the babies,
replaced with children who need less scaffolding.

Blue

blue
today
there are no clouds
to mask the breathing space
the sun, manic and playful
holds my chin roughly
forcing my face
to the sky
look up
animate those dark eyes
break open your gaze
look up
above the grey tree line
above the uniform boxes people exist in
above the forlorn, thin wires
hanging between haggard timber poles
conducting a well worn tale
of power and currency
thin wires that
swing ever so slightly
in a quiet breeze
tinged with the residue
of a cold winter
look up
see this blue sky, so famous
this blue
will never be captured in paint
never with stage-managed words
look up
you need eyes
and a luminous heart,
to capture the real blue