Tag: farming
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A Peacock Train
I was up in the peacock palace yesterday to take photographs of Mr Flowers and his train. There is a particular sound he makes when he lifts his tail feathers up to tantalise the ladies so if you follow that sound you are pretty likely to see his display. Unless of course there is a…
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This is my Job
Farming these acres is my job. A job I chose. A job I chose and grew to love. Being a woman farmer is what I am all about. A woman who farms not a farmers wife. I am the farmer. The grower of food. And I am still a relatively young woman. In the peak of her…
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Under the weather
I am. Feeling a little under the weather. That is a peculiar expression. “Under the Weather”. But it is how I feel. This endless gray rainy cold weather. I am under it. So I took an extra half hour of sleep for myself in my warm bed under my Australian wool duvet but the…
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I don’t know the title today
The thing with disappointment is that you just have to swallow and deal with it. I think the actual swallow is pretty important to this process. Like a pause. A stand on the one foot. The stillness. The re-evaluation- once again- after all this time, seeing for sure that your plans were for naught. Poppy…
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The girls decide
Have to run – we are leaving for the Bantam Swap early so here are yesterdays pics. What is wrong with those pictures? Naughty opportunistic pigs taking advantage of high winds and broken gates. And combine without fuss. And as they will be ten months in three weeks and are quite big enough, according to my…
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