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My Pre War Diet
Before the last world war our food was organic and most households had vegetable gardens. Most families worked to put their excess vegetables and fruit into jars to eat in the winter. I work towards growing all my own food on the property. So my diet is not vegetarian, or paleo, or vegan or atkins, or mayo, or…
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Once a day milking
I have been taught that when dropping from twice a day milking to once a day milking it is important to change the routine completely in the afternoon. No calling to the cow. No talking to the cow. No rattling about in the milking parlour. No singing. Definitely no singing. Do not go anywhere near…
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The Cow Bra
Has arrived but is still in it’s box for the moment. Can you spot the spelling mistake? We need to wait until the wound is past the cracking scab stage. Sorry to be so graphic. But the bra will push the teat sideways and I cannot risk it being pushed in the wrong direction and kinking…
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mr pink
Up until now this little black chick has been called Black. But yesterday I decided to call her Mr Pink. There is absolutely no basis for this change other than I think this tough little chicken just might give us a lecture on tipping. Even though the wee thing is probably a girl chick. When the hatchery…
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Walkies
Every week I try and set an objective for the week. This coming week it is to get the pigs walking again. Somehow over the last few weeks Sheila’s walks have been forgotton. But the last two evenings we have gone on excursions, accompanied by Poppy of course. Sheila is deeply out of shape. It…
The Kitchen's Garden 