On farm classes
Today we had piglets! Six of them, wee wiggly pink piglets, from a Large White sow and a Landrace boar borrowed from a friend. Super cool. They seem to be going OK but we're conscious of how much we don't know and how incredibly lucky we were last time, […]
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 […]
See that? That farm stall is a dream. An idea tossed around for years before it became real. A farm stall for a farm bought and paid for by my great great grandfather (William) who worked it for years for a wealthy landowner called David Berry, paid his rent […]
Some years don't go as planned. I have a friend who says she barely holds it together through the odd number years but all good things happen in the evens. Some years might be punctuated with illness, or just pass in a blur of tiredness, and you might not really […]
A year ago I didn't even eat pork. Well, not deliberately. I just didn't tend to buy it. Now I don't know a great deal, but I reckon I know how to raise a pig. I know they're pregnant for exactly three months, three weeks and three days. (As […]
Adam and I are essentailly share farming with these larrikins. My folks. That is, they're retired from dairying (and teaching, in my Mum's case), but Dad still runs cattle on agistment. Without Dad this whole adventure of ours would be an amateur fiasco. When he's on the ground here […]
It all started with a potato. I planted a couple of kilograms of spuds a couple of weeks ago, over the side fence in the paddock the three little pigs had kindly dug up. In a bid to hold back the kikuyu, I asked whether I might have a […]
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. […]
I'm a little bit absent from this space at the moment because I'm madly working away on this website! Back soon with an online Bikkie giveaway… xxx
When I was little I kept obsessive lists of what I wanted to be, and be like, when I grew up. It wasn't all "medieval historian" and "have short hair, wear long skirts" although that was a strangely repetitive theme. There's a list that describes my perfect house (small, wooden, […]