|  INDEX for full listing LOGIC for what it is HOME for the rest | Mistley Park Place Mistley has a magic place where animals live in safety while people wander they are here not threatened for being tasty Pigs who grew too fat in flats a cow dried up from milking Run down battered battery hens now freed from dingy battery pens to kick some dust and brightly feed on pecks of children scattered seed Nearly knacker yarded stallion Shires tower to the sky A tiny horse with just one eye who begs the questions How and Why Miniature malicious act ? Stabbing unlucky stumble ? pastures here to wonder in inspiring to the humble Do Not Feed The Horses They May Bite means not just you they may back bite each other as some still scramble for food Rabbit World really exists I saw the sign that told me so Rabbits who have overbred may be found hutches here instead until they have a better place to go Groups of goats who coped with pokes and tethers in pokey places now claim space to sit and sun their faces or hit and run and butt and bother goat neighbours | Sheep who keep their heads down to the ground seem sure in knowledge of sanctuary here where food is all around ponies vent in the sweet scent of carrot studded grass and daises Gaggles of geese disturb the peace of ducks who quietly quack in puddles or swim on a whim over swirls to be seen where shoals of lake fish have just been Fancy that there's a goat in a tree just there sitting looking at me then dip their ducky bills at bits of food that are there still as you can imagine foxes like to make a nightly call Two owls to hoot guinea pigs guinea fowls to boot though this time not for kicking there really are three rheas here too something that to me seems rare to casually discover so stand and stare and see what moves or Moos Cockerels that hobble a woolly sheep that wobbles Chinese plastic turkey faces g-g-l-l-gobble Look at this around the corner must be twenty black and shiny some of them are really tiny piglets in the straw hard to say with all this hay it really could be really more I remember in the paper story of how they were found roaming wide in Essex edges Weeks to bring them all to ground | Black swan sitting mutely children smiling cutely acting to the backdrop of the lakeside woodland mile somewhere in the holly maze there stands a tree of untold days a massive oak that if it spoke and we could see breathes volumes of our history another stalk of foreign seed is starting to impress now California stock with spongy bark its redwood penetrates the canopy and time goes by Good job the tearoom has good things to eat with puddings you would go to school for A panoply replete includes cuts of bizarrely meat as people rest their animaled feet with every one served up a treat Measurements exist outside inside developer's minds on business lines instead of pastures profitable private gardens building plots and roads and more and less Pigs appear from doors of sheds to snuffle in the evening sunshine we raise a glass a mug of tea and CHEERS! to this chance to be free A fellow called Mike deserves all thanks his family and herds of helpers without their graft and art and craft this modern ark would just not be come and see the eggs they've laid inside the ancient tractor |