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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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LATEST POSTS


  • The great escape (didn’t we do this already?)

    Yesterday started out like any other but turned out to be a bit of a bother.                      Daisy is almost definitely not pregnant. Which means I will have to milk her through the winter (sigh) and then breed her again in May/June next year.  I do not…

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  • Butt-heads Butt Heads

    This morning shot is for yummy chunklet who loves to see the sky and does not see much of it, marooned up there in the big city! The sun was still so low it was obscured by the Rat House.  And a rose by any other name.. is a rose whose name I cannot remember but…

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  • It’s OK I won’t count the days!

    The Duke of Kupa is still beautiful… … even though his tail is all but gone for the winter. The girls are all hanging out together in the Potato Paddock. A little flock. And look who has been let out of the hospital wing and rejoined the nursery… Bobby Blanc is all better. Much to…

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  • And the Winning View IS…

    I was on tenterhooks all yesterday watching the voting from my little White House.  I do actually have a collection of rooms called the West Wing too!!  I was watching the polling and working in the changing light and thinking about a whole years worth of seasonal changes in the slowest of increments as we…

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  • A Poll, to Vote for the Vista

    This poll is for all of you to vote on the view you would most like to see every day for a year. Remember we wil always have the usual assortment of animal and farmy shots, the food and the stories and the gardens. This shot will not be cleaned up at all. It will…

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  • Wherever I am – You are.

    I was thinking, as I was working in the barn yesterday on the Winter Quarters, Bills Camera snuggled safely in the White Box where Things Live, at hand for that shot, that you follow wherever I am on each day.  You cannot wander off and look at stuff that interests you.  So if I am…

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