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

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  • Mr and Mrs Flower.

    Mr and Mrs Flower.

    Yesterday, after milking the cow and feeding the goats and the cows and the big pigs and the little pigs and the chickens of all descriptions, John and I loaded two dog crates into The Matriarchs jeep and went to the Bantam Swap. Do you remember last years Bantam Swap we brought home Godot and…

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  • Sharing the Milk

    Sharing the Milk

    Lady Astor and I had a good think together yesterday. Cows and I mind-think  – think like a cow and all that.  My Plan has always been to share-milk with the cows this year. They are older girls and have not ever been house cows. I had intended to do this with both  – but…

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  • What does wind look like?

    What does wind look like?

    I can’t show you what the wind looks like. There are no leaves or long grasses bending in supplication to the wind to help me show you. I cannot take one picture that lets you feel the full force of a roaring westerly wind, a howling she- gale heaving itself across the prairies. It can…

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  • The Herd welcomes Naomi

    The Herd welcomes Naomi

    What is the definition of a herd of cows anyway? How many does one need to have a herd?  Because yesterday Lady Astor gave birth to a lovely tiny, tiny heifer. She also has no belt at all, just a tiny bit of white on her side and her belly. But she is so delicate…

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  • Hotel Towels for Farms

    Hotel Towels for Farms

    + OK. Here is a question. What happens to old hotel linen? I have been thinking about this a lot lately. Maybe I have spent a little too much time in hotels. When their sheets get too old or their towels loose their fluffiness and those blankets get pilled. Where does all that stuff go?…

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  • Elsie The Wild

    Elsie The Wild

    I have decided not to try and milk Elsie again. She got progressively worse each time I tried and both of us ended up scraped and sore. (Me flinging myself totally across the room to miss a right cut to my jaw). I could not even get the cups near her yesterday. She kicked out every time I approached.  …

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