The Dam

Berit and I walked to the bridge across the creek that is really a ditch after dinner last night. Even though our landscape is wide open and devoid of forests and mountains it has a certain charm all of its own. Especially in the evening, just after a dinner from the gardens and just before …

A Small Success

The chickens that we were able to transfer into the layers house, laid some EGGS! I was thrilled to find these six eggs, laid in the proper little laying box with its little door for collection.  No more crawling all over the loft in the barn trying to find eggs. There are more chooks to …

Cultured Butter

My helper has come and he set to work straight away weeding in the vegetable gardens. I think this is where his passion is. The gardens. He has even pitched his tent in by the vege gardens.  It was a busy day though. Showing someone where everything is takes time and the poor fellow was …

Dogs walk

Now that I am not milking in the evenings it feels like I have so much more time for weeding and walking. Two of my favourite past-times.   The beans in the fields are so tall already Boo has to pogo jump through them so he can see where he is going. Long beautiful wild grasses. …

Pigs, Pasture and Balls

I am going to let the photographs speak for themselves today. I think they speak volumes. They Play. This sequence is called “The Field.”   We could also call these images  “A Study in Focus as Noise.” Good morning. Hope you have a lovely day. Your friend on the farmy, celi

My Pre War Diet

Before the last world war our food was organic and most households had vegetable gardens. Most families worked to put their excess vegetables and fruit into jars to eat in the winter. I work towards growing all my own food on the property. So my diet is not vegetarian, or paleo, or vegan or atkins, or mayo, or …

Once a day milking

I have been taught that when dropping from twice a day milking to once a day milking it is important to change the routine completely in the afternoon. No calling to the cow.  No talking to the cow.  No rattling about in the milking parlour. No singing. Definitely no singing. Do not go anywhere near …

The Cow Bra

Has arrived but is still in it’s box for the moment.  Can you spot the spelling mistake? We need to wait until the wound is past the cracking scab stage. Sorry to be so graphic. But the bra will push the teat sideways and I cannot risk it being pushed in the wrong direction and kinking …

mr pink

Up  until now this little black chick has been called Black. But yesterday I decided to call her Mr Pink.  There is absolutely no basis for this change other than I think this tough little chicken just might give us a lecture on tipping. Even though the wee thing is probably a girl chick.  When the hatchery …

Walkies

Every week I try and set an objective for the week. This coming week it is to get the pigs walking again. Somehow over the last few weeks Sheila’s walks have been forgotton.  But the last two evenings we have gone on excursions, accompanied by Poppy of course. Sheila is deeply out of shape. It …