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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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  • Small things

    When walking through a flock of chickens, especially little chickens it is best to shuffle. Chickens make no connection between your foot and danger, focussed as they are on the bucket.  So as I walk through, in my boots, I gently push a swathe through the little ones.  They have let themselves out of the…

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  • throats

    throats

    (I know my featured image never has anything to do with anything but I am sure you are used to it by now – never throw away a burnt pot – they come in handy) A throat – when stretched up to call out:   is sublime, sexy, stream lined. When tucked into a scarf…

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  • Dancing

    Dancing

    For the first time since early summer Our john had both weekend days off. So between much deserved naps he was able to get some barn maintanence done. This whole barn is slipping North, sliding off its concrete foundation.  Years and years ago it was gutted (and those big swinging doors added, so it could…

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  • Kitty Toys

    Kitty Toys

    You wanna come and play, kitty? So all the kittens were named and presented with name tags.  Counted, catagorised, sorted and inspected. Four of them being identical and all that, they had to have names. They were carted about. Taught to dance. Played in towers.  Talked to. Watched and watched. Made new friends. Kitties as…

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  • Satur’s Day

    Satur’s Day

    Dogs winter beds.  Full of sheeps wool. The chooks new roost and the new chooks. Good morning. I  have lots of help with the chores today. Breakfast is ready. I hope you have a lovely day, Love celi

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  • Lead in the skies

    Lead in the skies

    Still the heavy lid of the sky sits on my head.  One gloriously sunny day in weeks and that was the day before yesterday. But I have always loved a challenge. And challenges don’t always rush in sat atop handsome horses wearing chain mail and carrying swords. Sometimes a challenge is just the repetition of cloudy…

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