Category: homesteading
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Whistling lungs.
Whistling wind. By mid afternoon yesterday the whistle in the lungs of Number Three Plonker had begun to recede. The Gatorade tip went down very well. (Thank you Marla) His favourite is mango. Orange came a close second. He was not interested in his grain so I made a huge pot of vegetable soup and every few hours…
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The day before last –
The day before your yesterday, Plonker Number Three was delivered. (One of The Fellowship is going to grow him here for her family freezer). He did not get on with the other two so he had to go into the wild card pen in the center of the barn so he could get used to the others.…
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The Best of April
In Pictures. Just for fun. I would like to be able to do this at the end of every month but you know me, I am just as likely to forget, or we will have an Event that cannot be ignored. or something will go terribly right and I just cannot bear not to show…
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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…
The Kitchen's Garden 