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A disaster for Tahiti
Tahiti gave birth to her piglets last night and has turned out to be the worst kind of mother. She had killed three by the time I even got to the barn. It was terrible. I managed to calm her so the babies could drink and we sat like that for a while but the moment…
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Catch a breath
… while I gather my words. Isn’t it interesting how we are always having to re-configure our lives. Life is like a tide, it is always on the move either going in or coming back out but always on the move. We have to move with it too or we drown. God, what an exhausting…
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A Day Off Pigs
Finally, yesterday, the heat broke and we had a lovely ordinary busy day. The pigs and piglets napped in the sun. We made sweetcorn relish, and bread and croqueta. And Summer Sauce (basically I chuck everything we picked on that day into the slow cooker and cook it for hours). The sauce is partially blended, cooled,…
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Through the Eyes of my Son
Yesterday my son took Camera House for a walk and last night he wrote these words for you and me. He and his family will be going back to wintry New Zealand in a few days and he wanted to add his voice to the blog for a moment. I am so proud of…
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Shots of tiny piglets
Because of the humidity and Molly’s (and my) distress at her slow recovery from the birth of eleven healthy piglets, I opened the big barn door on the side of her farrowing pen and held my breath. Usually I don’t let them all out until the piglets are a little older and the yard is…
The Kitchen's Garden 