Author: Cecilia Mary Gunther
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Be a Dog
Imagine if we were like a dog. Not an actual dog but Like a dog in that whenever we felt even a little tired we just lay down on the floor wherever we were and slept. Angling our bottoms onto the boards with our bellies following suit, then paws sliding – flat out on the floor, head down, big…
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Good morning
At the risk of being pedestrian. Or maybe a little ‘Tuesday’… MERRY CHRISTMAS. Though for the animals down here on the farm. Christmas Day is like any other day. And any other day is All About the Food. I wanted to say something deep and meaningful about Christmas. But when I look deeply I really…
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Warning
The power had gone off. The wind was howling, the rain spitting angrily at the windows, the clouds low and heavy as roiling black seas, the day so dark I moved my work to the table by the window so I could see. So the first I even knew of a tornado warning (they call it…
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OOPS
You will remember that I separated Tima ( the kunekune girl) from Tane (the kunekune boy) so that they would not breed during this cycle. This would give Tima a break after her miscarriage and any piglets would be later in the spring. Anyway yesterday, I was walking into Tane’s field with buckets loaded with feed…
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Mud on my foot
Peghorn (in the header) has mud on his feet from being out in the field searching for forgotton corn too – he is my oldest rooster. He is Old old. He is a loner. He had a tough summer as the oldest rooster – all the young roosters lined up to fight him. He did…
The Kitchen's Garden 