Milkweed & Teasel

Wednesday, 31 October 2012

Samhain

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It's no Hurricane Sandy, but we've got howling winds and driving sleet now. One turkey is sick with a mystery virus, my oldest ewe l...
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Saturday, 27 October 2012

Grumpy in Stocks

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Some readers have asked to see Grumpy the ewe in her stocks - Although she seems to feel that it's a punishment and humiliation I...
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Thursday, 25 October 2012

Ticking right along

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Ewe 2836 lambed at 6 am this morning. The whole village knows this because she started calling for her lamb even before it was born. It'...
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Wednesday, 24 October 2012

Gregor popped!

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Finally. And it was anything but straightforward. The first lamb was a ewe, and it had a front leg folded back so I dug around and got it in...
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Monday, 22 October 2012

Let's try this again, shall we?

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Yesterday was the annual Harvest Festival in our village, a pot luck supper in the village hall where we "locals" come together to...
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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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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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