Category: Living the life
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Pictures of piglets
In the night, not last night but the night before, one new born piglet died (he was a big one too) and one of the peahens died. It was Mrs Flowers. It was a normal night – not even terribly cold. Strange. But there you are. On a farm with this many animals and birds…
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The surprise nine
When I enter a barn that houses an expectant mother due to give birth I always pause at the doorway and listen. I stand for a while, adjusting to and sorting through all the sounds that determine who is where and what is going on over there. Yesterday morning I stood at the door, just…
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The means or the end …
An interesting discussion at dinner: Me: The dinner itself is the reason I am farming. The farming is a means to an end – the end being good clean delicious nutritious food. The good food and good dinners are the objective. The farming is the fuel. The farming is the means. Alex: Food is the fuel…
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Knots Up
We did fencing yesterday. The middle sized pigs are pushing their fence outwards as they race up and down chasing cars in a mad kiind of gaggle. My UPS man – who visits almost every farm and house in the area -said he has never seen such hilarious pigs. They will knock each other sprawling to race the…
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A Time to Bake
In the winter I seldom bake and almost never bake bread. If I bake it I have to eat it and you know how that goes. But now it is spring and my workers are beginning to slowly filter in (more coming next week) so I have begun to wind up the baking routine. Here…
The Kitchen's Garden 