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A murmur
A Murmuration. Not a murmur – a murmuration. Of starlings. The first of the starlings always come half way through the summer and line up on the power lines watching the crops grow. Waiting for the corn. By harvest time there will be thousands of them doing daily air shows. They were swooping over my…
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The Seat of my Pants
Need to be sat on soon! But not today. It seems i will be flying by them for a few days yet. Here is a little of yesterday though most of it was spent cooking. More today. Cooking that is. I am looking forward to tomorrow when this dinner party is over and I…
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Working on the dismount
While the team was doing the milking I was snooping about inspecting my cows and decided that all the signs pointed to Lady Astor being in heat. I am not going to breed Lady on purpose this year (with a vet and a straw) as I don’t mind if she gets a pass for a season…
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I can’t remember when she came
But I know it was way back in the beginning. Did she find me or I her? This woman who became a cornerstone. Viv Blake who was one of the founding members of the Fellowship and a prolific commenter on the Farmy blog has passed behind the veil. She has died. I cannot remember a time…
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Growing in the Hot Storms
It is hot and muggy. Wet. As I am writing (4.45am) we are in the midst of quite a squall. The gale force winds have softened to just very high winds so I went through the torrential rain to check the animals and the barn is quiet and cosy – the animals opening one eye each to watch my…
The Kitchen's Garden 