brass tacks

By |June 23rd, 2014|

You know that moment when you think, oh well, it can’t get worse than this?

We lost the remainder of the mature batch of meat birds last night, the ones due to go for processing tomorrow, the fifty we hoped might at least pay for the feed and incubation costs of the lost birds.

We think we’re […]

who’d be a farmer, eh?

By |June 19th, 2014|

Photo: Luisa Brimble
It’s something Adman says, ‘who’d be a farmer, eh?’, when stuff goes wrong, or, you know, gets out or dies or doesn’t grow or gets eaten or breaks or we hit the wall financially. 

He always says it wryly, as if he’s the farm kid and I’m the townie and this farming idea is […]

upping stakes

By |August 20th, 2013|

So we've made some mistakes.
One day, when in the majority our mistakes are far enough back to be anecdotal only, I'm going to write a book called Fiasco Farming. Detailing the debacle. That's if I haven't erased the first two years from my mind with therapy or gin.
This is it. We're now officially in our third […]

what a goose

By |May 17th, 2013|

 
On Tuesday I posted a photo to Facebook. This one:

I rabbited on about how we love Joel Salatin but we don't love his poultry pens that he recommends for meat birds because they are too cage-like. I righteously noted that we'd developed a more chook-friendly design (a hoop house) and how wonderful our REALLY free […]

fiasco farming

By |January 24th, 2013|

 
 
Mostly my fiasco farming posts are for giggle value.
They're a trawl through the many, many mistakes we've made in the first two years of this enterprise. Sometimes a bit embarrassed, always self deprecating, they're kinda the backbone of the book we might write one day when we're far enough in to be credible and far […]

more fiasco farming

By |September 12th, 2012|

 

Those pigs. They've taught us a thing or two. 
Right when we think we've got it figured out, we're officially registered as a pork producer, we've got a market, we've got the whole paddock to butchery process in hand, they remind us just how clueless we really are. 
On Monday, Adam was due to take two pigs […]

some days are just more exciting than others

By |May 14th, 2012|

 

 

Just to remind us what total amateurs we are, Adam went this morning to build a farrowing nest for our girl pig who we suspected might be pregnant, and discovered we had piglets. Eleven of them. 
Of course it happened the first morning Dad was home. Not yesterday. Not two days ago. The first morning. […]