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

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  • Books and Chicks

    Books and Chicks

    The Books are Here! (Well, Half the books are here due to a wee mix up at the printers but I  am sure they will do their best to fix up this error today and hopefully send them asap.  Melissa my copilot is onto it and will let us know how that is going.) However…

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  • I was going to leave …

    I was going to leave …

    … the calves out in their fields last night. Everything seemed calm over there at the big barn across the way. Local dogs being good. Local dogs owners making sure of it. Then as I brought them in last night  I saw the fresh HEAD of a small animal laying in the grass. It was pale. And…

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  • The Kitchens Triangle

    The Kitchens Triangle

    Kitchen, Garden, Table.  There is a lot of canning going on right about now. They call it canning in America. In New Zealand we call this bottling. Though neither makes sense when the food is put in JARS  – so it should be called JARRING. So, there has been a lot of jarring going on…

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  • Early mornings

    Early mornings

    There is a slight chill in the air in the early mornings now. Though it has NOTHING to do with the approach of autumn.  Just a slight dip in temperatures that is all.  Summer will come back.   My early morning walk over to see the calves is turning into my favourite part of the day……

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  • Electrics

    Electrics

    I did not blog yesterday because I was undergoing a Power Surge. I began to write at 4am.  Then went onto the internet to begin sending. Nothing.  All of a sudden.  It came back after a while but flickered in and out. Later in the morning after getting the girls to help me tidy all the…

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  • Chickens Run

    Chickens Run

    And there is no apostrophe on purpose. Because the chickens were running out their new  door. Into their new run. The AHA moment. There is a good door too for when I lock them back in at night.  The girls laboured all day to get this chooks run  finished, once the rain had stopped. And…

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