At the end of January we popped over to Spain for a couple of days to have a break before calving started. My Dad and Step-mum live out there so it was the first time we had seen them in 5 years. We had a lovely couple of days by the sea. We miss the sea… Continue reading The calves night out.
I have been struggling to do a new blog lately as I just feel so negative about the whole place. But this week has been a learning curve and so I felt I needed to get over the hump and get fingers on keys. The Beast From The East! What can I say? Like all… Continue reading What a week!!
Horray. Loyal readers, I am once again useful. It is a good feeling but it is official I am much more of an 8am person than a 5am person. As I sit here typing this my eyes are burning. This could be because I have been up at 5am for the last two mornings or… Continue reading I’m an award holder!!
Yey, I have been useful again. I was recruited to help out with scanning and freeze branding. So for 2 number filled days, I saw the sunrise (beautiful and always a privilege), I got to paddle in shit and find out I need new leggings before calving cause mine leak more than a broken colander.… Continue reading Sex and pregnancy everywhere.
Things on the farm are not rosy and fun at the moment. As some of you may know our farm this time last year had about 80% of the land reseeded. And as you may also know we are organic. Turns out this is a recipe for a giant headache. Arable land is a bit… Continue reading Clover the 6 letter swear word
Hi all, I haven't really got much to say at the moment but as I haven't blogged for a while I thought I would just fill you in on the last week around the farm. My role has very much changed around here over the last few months and to be honest I'm not really… Continue reading Not much to say
Lately, we seem to be finding ourselves with no 2nd milker on Mr. Farm Managers Sunday afternoons on. This could be a problem (i.e. I would have to come out of milking retirement) except for the fact that our eldest daughter is a milking fan at the moment. So every other Sunday Mr. Farm Manager… Continue reading Child Labour