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I am Cecilia. A New Zealander who farms in Illinois.

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  • Room in there for me?

    Room in there for me?

    I asked Sheila. Is there room in there for me. She said, yes but would not move over so I had to climb over her big body and scrunch myself into a corner of her house. It was warm and calm in there and Sheila smelled nice so I stayed a while. Every now and…

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  • Toys for Piglets

    Toys for Piglets

    All the piglets seem to have recovered from their scouring fright and are back to playing with their toys and loafing about in their garden. We still pick them lots of good weeds and grass to eat until their electric fence is finished and they can go out onto the grass. The bowling ball is one…

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  • The Beauty and the Rot

    The Beauty and the Rot

    In nature often we will see perfect beauty sitting right next to rot. Good sitting hand in hand with Bad. This beautiful little butterfly sitting about with a bunch of flies sucking up sugary watermelon water from a rotton watermelon is an example.  We found this watermelon when picking in that patch – it already…

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  • Stoic

    Stoic

    Difficult is the essence of stoic here – waiting for yesterdays rain to pass.  This chook was also pretty stoic,  waiting patiently  in the pouring rain for the cow to move away from the boot of the car so she could take shelter. But Lady Astor was not moving too fast, cows don’t move very fast…

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  • The Two-headed Monster

    The Two-headed Monster

    When we were kids the seats in the cars were bench seats- you could sit four skinny people comfortably across the front seat. (Bucket seats are such a kill-joy). Lovey-dovey couples would sit close together – usually the fella driving and the girl jammed as close as she could get, thigh to thigh, knee to knee.  We were small…

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  • Then it rained but that’s OK

    Then it rained but that’s OK

    Just as we pulled the last 120 bales of hay under cover in the old crib, it began to rain. Perfect timing. But I have no pictures – I am not even sure how that happened.  We just worked and worked all day (then did admin at siesta time), and then got the last of…

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