The birth of Biloria on January 7 made me look forward with hope; the placa that protected it showed me the wake of that good new world that I desire.

That’s how I forgot the pile of rubble that has been dumped on the track that we have used so many times during my children’s holidays in the area of Pagamendi. A rubbish dump curated by someone there! The bricks, tiles, and the rest of it were to cover the holes in the road; but after more than a month, the fragments of some house have found rest there.

Gracias Biloria closed that cycle... Yes, of course, there are also ups and downs inside... A few days later, Luzi suffocated the lamb in his bag, and the poor man spent several days unable to dispose of the whole placenta. Fortunately, many others have come, including the little ones of Serranilla. It’s not worth it, being nine years old, to make a couple and get along well. Her mourning will be for the house, so that she will have a long life as healthy as her mother's modest...

However, getting out of the artery is enough to feel the attacks of external storms on your face again. This time the work of the boars in the meadows. A gift every day: potato planting. If we were to plow, we wouldn't be able to leave the possible potato section that we don't want so elegant. If they find on the way the young sagarmins, oaks and beech trees that we have just planted, they also eradicate them. With the protection tube in place, they seem to be less attractive. In the meadows, we have to take the time to correct and level the lands, which we don't have... In any case, the solution of dessert is not in the hands of ordinary farmers. The ball is on the roof of others, although in the bounce our houses are ruined by the flocks of wild boars that circulate here and there, on the margins.

I'm back for protection. Pekatsu's daughter has given birth to Urrugi. Primi with aharic. Héctor in a hurry, with that usual calm. She has also been red-hot, sweet as a child, like her mother. It’s been days since she was born and she still needs help to find her nipple, but it doesn’t matter, there are no slopes in her favorite place, and I love going down to make her drink it, because it’s an incredible gift the little door that opens for me to enter into that intimacy.

You'd rather be in that coloured intimacy than under the black cloud of the possible insertion of the blue tongue. The mandatory vaccination period ended on January 15, and the day before we were called to come to vaccinate the sheep. We asked the one who called us to postpone it, that we are in the middle of labor; that the mosquito that works as a vector dies below seven degrees, so no danger... We told him to tell the manager to call us and let him know about our situation.

We are abducted by the sheep’s rays, and there we are again, among the wool, picking up the limes and making sure that the lambs have drunk, milking the milks that the lambs have not drunk. This is how Honori’s birth and Anari’s birth in the meadow caught us. One from Ahari. Too bad they're not ridiculous...

However, there is no way for the sheep to cover the void left by Pi, nor the presence of the dogs that remain in the house, will Ikatz, who resembles him, perhaps conceal it? We represented him in the females and he was dead, on the track of a forest. Jada is next to the Xarpa Xaharra.
Of the 105 deliveries planned in the short term, we still have 59 left. Let their fairy and colostrum serve to sweeten the bitterness caused by Pi’s death. May the wool of our sheep serve to temper the hearts that now live in the hall.