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

My farms are organic and regenerative and full of stories. I have been writing here about environmentally sustainable farming and food and travel since 2011.

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  • Melting

    Melting

    We got so warm yesterday that the snow went mushy and the ice started melting. It will be a short respite, but we take it when we can. The air was full of the sounds of sliding snow and dripping water.  Sheila is still snow locked though, the snow is deep outside her gate and…

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  • Made me laugh!

    Made me laugh!

    Puss and the Peahen. Poor LuLu. Tui tends to pick on cats. “Not a chance buddy”. Says Godot. At which LuLu says a bad word… … and Pania laughs – (in a mean way). – but on the inside. I had to laugh too. Poor LuLu. I could imagine Godot  shrieking with laughter.. “Caught us a…

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  • The Cadet

    The Cadet

    Our Cadet came yesterday, everyone remembered her and she worked like a wee trooper. This girl loves to say, Yes!   She collected all the frozen old eggs up in the loft of the barn. (From now on she will keep that clean of eggs so we know what is fresh and what is not.) She…

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  • Sheila Snores

    Sheila Snores

    Did you know that? She is a great old snorer. Though you will only hear the snoring if you creep very, very quietly into the barn with ears at the ready. Pigs have incredibly good hearing.  And the moment they hear a sound out of the ordinary they jump sideways then freeze and listen. This is why…

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  • No more crying!!

    No more crying!!

    Let’s look at happy stuff instead.  Thank you for yesterdays comments – you are a deep and wondrous group of people. You are The Fellowship.  I could not do it without you. Cold but happy. A black and white pig after eating tomato soup for lunch. BooBoo jumps into the pigs corridor. Gotcha, says Poppy.…

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  • Paying it Forward

    Paying it Forward

    When my fourth son was eleven he was a hellion. I was a solo Mum by then, working all the time – working. One day he was seen skateboarding down the hill from our house at speed, in the middle of the road, wearing my big black coat and carrying a petrol can –  while…

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