Milkweed & Teasel

Friday, 19 October 2012

Sigh

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I had to earn my Farmer in Training t-shirt today. Our first arrival of this year's lambing season was listless and, when I checked on ...
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Wednesday, 17 October 2012

What did I tell you?

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Babies come when they're ready, not when the book says. My grumpy ewe gave birth early this morning, on the tail end of a horrendou...
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Once More into the Breeks

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Our first shoot day was this past Saturday, a full month later than usual. 2012 is "The Year of Being Perpetually Behind": crops w...
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Wednesday, 3 October 2012

If you're late with dinner in this house, don't worry...

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someone will remind you - Fill'er up please
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Monday, 24 September 2012

Preparations

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I believe the Buddhists are right about living in the present and being mindful. I tried to learn meditation (is that an oxymoron?) after re...
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Wednesday, 5 September 2012

Ewe news

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After last week's hay and goat-no goat debacle, I was feeling less than positive about my tasks for today: worm counts for horses, deliv...
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Friday, 31 August 2012

A Decision and a Nomination

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I finally gave up trying to sleep at 4 a.m. this morning, worrying about hay and goats and weather.  Of course I woke my husband to get his ...
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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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