Category: Photography
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mr pink
Up until now this little black chick has been called Black. But yesterday I decided to call her Mr Pink. There is absolutely no basis for this change other than I think this tough little chicken just might give us a lecture on tipping. Even though the wee thing is probably a girl chick. When the hatchery…
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Alone Again
My second Farm Stay visit was as successful as the first. This is indeed a wonderful idea. And now Allison has gone back to her real life. And I forge ahead after a wonderful week of help and company and laughter in amongst the sadness of losing Mama, and Daisy with her injury. Even though Daisy and…
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How I milk my cow
As you know Daisy stood (we think) on her udder while standing up the other day and ripped a teat almost in half. This teat was sewn back together by the vet. It will be a good three weeks before I can use the machine to milk this quarter. Did I tell you I heard…
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The kitchen
Yesterday we finished straining the yoghurt, Made farmers cheese for tomorrows pizza. Pickled gherkins, Started a dough for pizza bianca, shifted chickens, loaded the plonkers for their final journey (with their beer dinner and beer breakfast this morning, drove the tractor around the block to the other barn, weeded gardens, hunted for eggs (Pania the peahen is…
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Ni Ni Mama
We all get to die. This is one of the truths we try very hard not to look in the face. In fact we will say Pass Away, or Passed or Gone. But the truth is these poor bodies we wear when we are dancing, will one day stop dancing at all. They cannot go…
The Kitchen's Garden 