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Showing posts with label fishing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fishing. Show all posts
Wednesday, 11 January 2012

Bugs, Bellies, and Bags

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We've been feeding the freezer over the holiday season. There are only 3 more weeks left to harvest pheasant and partridge, and this win...
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Thursday, 11 February 2010

OK- how about best two out of three...

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Mike and I drove to Dever Springs to do some fishing yesterday. The lambs came too, so we could give them their 4-hourly feeds. We put them ...
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Tuesday, 9 February 2010

Real Farmers Don't Cry

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I took big lamb and little lamb to the abattoir yesterday. I was stoic all through the hitching of the trailer, backing it up to the field, ...
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Monday, 31 August 2009

Feeding the Birds

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I checked on new mother hen Gertie and her chick this morning. The chick looked very odd - large head, tiny body. I thought at first glance ...
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Jennifer Montero
Two decades ago I left New England for olde England with nothing but my books and degrees in anthropology and art history. After some years toiling in various museums and historic sites, I decided to pursue my passion for the outdoors and enrolled in agriculture college. While working as head gardener on an estate in Dorset, I met my husband, a gamekeeper. His is one of those archaic jobs that only appear in Hardy novels and episodes of Downton Abbey. We now live and work together on a private estate raising game birds. Life in the country is not all bunting and cream teas—more blisters and cold rains. But with a dog leash in one hand and my Debretts Guide to British Etiquette in the other, I am conquering the British countryside, training dogs, caring for pheasant chicks, battling predators, and cooking. LOTS of cooking. In my spare time I tend a flock of sheep, and in winter I butcher and sell local game and wild food. It's hard work, but it's never dull. So sit, read, and laugh along. And be glad that you work in a temperature-controlled building like a normal person
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