Category: Farming
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Tane of the night
This was the morning yesterday, clear and cold with a good hard white crunchy frost. Later yesterday evening Jake and I drove up to Chicago to the United Cargo depot to collect the latest member of the farmy family. After the shortest of waits Tane Mahuta,our kunekune boar baby, in his new big white crate, was…
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Never say never
Sometimes I stare at the Title Space and nothing enters my mind. Actually I often stare with nothing in my mind but we all know that by now. ‘Never say never’ sprang to mind last night when I began to load this page. There are always hiccups along the way. Not major ones. just little…
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Two day old Kittens
Though you have to squint your eyes and peer into the screen to see them. My Dad always said where there is light there is a photograph. He forgot to mention – unless the photograph will not SIT STILL. Four are a light salmon gold. Two are as marmalade coloured as Marmalade. I think. I have…
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Back to The farm.
Home again. Home again. Jiggedy Jig. Back to the farmy we go. And autumn has come. I came home to a pigs welcome. And a pigs welcome is a such a joy. When I first walked out into the field yesterday morning, Sheila was lying down sleeping in the sun. She saw me, leapt up…
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Back to Busy – ness
I am off again. By the time you read this I will be in the air on the first of my three flights home. When I get home I will cut off my nails, pack away my good boots. Shoo the spiders out of my gumboots and begin again. The first order of business will…
The Kitchen's Garden 