Category: homesteading

• When life gives you mud: Wallow in it!

  Well you know where this is going don’t you. Sheila has to have a new wallow as the old one by the chook house is actually above an electrical cable. John pointed this out yesterday. I did not know that. All this mouldy hay needs to be incorporated into the stony field and she already had…

  Cecilia Mary Gunther

  August 12, 2013

  Farming, homesteading, Photography

  hereford pigs, pigs in mud, raising heritage pigs, wallows

• Desperately Seeking Beautiful

  I looked for loveliness yesterday and found it everywhere. BooBoo doing his best to be lovely! Big Dog is always lovely. I find peacock feathers in the strangest places. Only the short ones now, all Kupa’s long feathers are in a vase catching the morning sun through the windows. Charlotte is trying her best to…

  Cecilia Mary Gunther

  August 11, 2013

  Farming, homesteading, Photography

  appples, celi, dog photography, dogs, hereford sow, life on a farm, peacock feathers, The kitchen’s garden

• Pneumonia takes Piglet.

  One of the piglets has died. The little one. He had pneumonia. Pigs show no signs of pneumonia until they are far advanced. No coughing or runny nose. Not even a hot nose actually. Just a creeping lethargy I suppose. Lack of appetite and then eventually no appetite at all. I noticed the night before…

  Cecilia Mary Gunther

  August 10, 2013

  Farming, homesteading, Life

  dealing with failure, failure, farming, pneumonia in piglets, swine parasites

• Somebody has been playing with Skunks

  The Old Codger says that TonTon thinks skunks are his long lost brothers being Black and White and all. NO Ton they may be pretty but they are laughing at you. TonTon hates the skunk off. But it is the only thing that will take out the smell. I put up an electric fence in…

  Cecilia Mary Gunther

  August 9, 2013

  Farming, homesteading, Humour, Photography

  farm dogs, herding pigs, hereford piglets, preserving and dehydrating, summer sauce, tomato sauce

• The Man at the Gate

  The man was well dressed and nervous. He was standing on my lawn blocked by barking dogs as I stepped out onto the verandah. “Alright if I give treats to your dogs?” He called out with his back to the shiny late model city slick car. ‘Down’  I signalled and both dogs dropped like stones…

  Cecilia Mary Gunther

  August 8, 2013

  Farming, homesteading, Photography, Stories, Vines and Wine

  excalibur dehydrator, farming for health, health insurance, muddy pigs, The kitchen’s garden, tomato basil jam, wine, writing