Tag: house cow
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The Seat of my Pants
Need to be sat on soon! But not today. It seems i will be flying by them for a few days yet. Here is a little of yesterday though most of it was spent cooking. More today. Cooking that is. I am looking forward to tomorrow when this dinner party is over and I…
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Kunekune Fields
Conor’s last task as the resident guest worker was to help me put up an electric fence around the grapevines and the pine trees to create quite a big field for the kunekune. This is good for two reasons, Tima and Tane get a summer field with lots of trees and I don’t have to…
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The Last Time
Last night I milked Lady Astor, the house cow, for the last time this season. She does not know it yet because she is a cow and though invited to the meeting of me and … um … ‘me’ to discuss the future of her milking season – she had nothing to say other than “What…
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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…
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Dairy-maid’s Arms
When I was small my Dad used to squeeze my upper arms between his thumb and his forefinger and chant.. “and the muscles on her scrahwny arms stoock oot like spiders knees”. Always in a broad and deeply pretend Scottish accent. I would scream with laughter and wriggle away, long sunburnt arms pumping my skinny…
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