Category: Organic farming
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Sell me Your Dreams.
If I am allowed to wake naturally, I wake at dawn. No matter when the dawn is. Always a dream is with me. Like a mist. A diaphanous fabric of colour and movement and air and dreams. Do you wake up like that? I rise fast and often write down as much as I can…
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The Hen-House Doors open to the Great Outdoors.
I let the chickens out in to the wilding field yesterday evening. We are safe from the rooster threat now. A few roosters went to one place and a few roosters went to another place (to introduce new characteristics to the gene pools of other flocks), so now there are only 5 roosters left on…
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In Which Direction did My Rain Go?
Before I came to America I never thought about directions in relation to the compass. In New Zealand I never said going North for instance, I would say I am going up to Auckland. Intellectually I knew the sun rose in the East but I did not put that together with an East Facing window.…
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Nanny Boo the self appointed Guardian Dog
Dogs are all the things. They are companions. Guard dogs. Guardian dogs. Farm dogs. Lap dogs. Nagging dogs. Old dogs. What else? The above shot is of Boo trying very hard not to look annoyed (and failing) as I take TOO LONG to get ready to go outside. But one job that Boo, (the Blue…
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How to Catch a Peacock. Mr Flowers needed Help.
Yesterday I noticed that Mr Flowers had a band of nylon string wrapped around one of his feet. And he only has one good foot. If left in place the nasty nylon string would continue to tighten and eventually cut off the toe (in this case). By then the animal would be in big trouble.…
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