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I am Cecilia. A New Zealander who farms in Illinois.
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Pigs will be Pigs
Sheila loves her bath. I do apologise for the angle but she made me laugh out loud! Raising a pig is loaded with fun. Charlotte loves water too. They wriggle and mud-about then stand and shake like dogs, their ears clapping against their heads, causing the real dogs and I to run for our lives…
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The scents of spring help soften the hard decisions.
Thing One on the walk, ruffed by the wind. Tulips. Mia and two Murphys. It is going to be a short year for pasture, we are still recovering from two dry years. And to be truly sustainable I can only run a very small flock of sheep. After that the land suffers. So the lambs…
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The scents of spring help soften the hard decisions.
Thing One on the walk, ruffed by the wind. Tulips. Mia and two Murphys. It is going to be a short year for pasture, we are still recovering from two dry years. And to be truly sustainable I can only run a very small flock of sheep. After that the land suffers. So the lambs…
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Blue takes it upon himself to work the sheep.
This week, all things being equal, we shall have a roof and the siding done on The Coupe. I hope! I am trying SO HARD to be patient. Blue has been very carefully helping Ton put the naughty Murphy back in his paddock each time we walk down by the creek. Yesterday he even finished…
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Greetings between farm animals. A precious shot.
Hairy MacLairy the Dorset ram is a gentle old soul. He is huge for a sheep but always approaches the smallest members of the farm tipping from his toes with nose outstretched. This shot was taken with the camera swinging from my finger tips, (I can not thank you often enough for this camera Bill ), trying…
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Weeping Mulberries for the Forest of the Fellowship
As you know I call you the Fellowship of the Farmy because you have become a strong flavourful scent in the air floating up across the grassy fields. I say scent because I smell things differently from other people, I can see what I smell as though it is a bar code, (believe me this…
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