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Storm Season
During the day, yesterday, the wind was all bluster. Big fat round bluster. My hair looked wind -blown -fantastic. The storms came in later, at dusk and without any warning switched feet and kicked from the opposite direction, wooshing the tarp off the chicken tractor, slamming propped doors, scattering sheep. Of course the Tank hens were fine,…
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Use the wind
This is why I milk a cow. Ricotta cheese, Butter, Parmesan cheese, Farmers cheese. Icecream, Cream, milk for my morning coffee straight from the milking – perfectly homogenised, Yoghurt, Sour cream, Cream sauces. Um, what else? Actually I am not going to talk about the milk. I was going to talk about all the things I make…
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Full Awe and Some Awe
Do you ever wonder what a day is made of. Other than air and time, light and matter. All so different, every day the same but completely different to each of us. How you and I came to be in it, together like this. I think about what a day consists of as I milk…
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A Day at a Time
Yesterday a friend came around and helped me build Tima’s orchard pen. Actually it is more of a small field than a pen. It is quite large and encompasses two old apple trees and both old cherry trees so she will have piles of shade and grass to lie about in. Though it is lovely…
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My enemy
I have him on camera. Bastard Mink. It is not much of a shot but I think there are two of them. If you flip back and forth you will see them. They literally ate a hole in the door. And killed two more chooks. So after I had milked the cow, fed the animals, done…
The Kitchen's Garden 