In the usual way of things here on the farmlet the dogs will be hanging out wherever we are. They run alongside as we walk with the ponies through the Seven Acre Wood, look for forgotten bones while we weed out thistles… Continue Reading
Its probably about time I introduce the canine and feline elements of our little band since we’ve been talking about their transport arrangements for the big move. Here’s the roll call: Ella, a black and tan dog of uncertain ancestry… Continue Reading
Happy Christmas from all of us at the farmlet. We hope your day was filled with food and fun, and that you didn’t have a dog steal your biscuit while you were opening presents. That innocent expression is completely faked!… Continue Reading
As those of you who follow me on Instagram will already know, over the last week the Forbearing Husband and I morphed into bird watchers. I don’t mean of the twitcher type though, I mean the full time, close up, feeding… Continue Reading
Truth be told I have yet to find an animal that works well as a lawnmower. Pigs dig. Sheep eat roses and fruit trees. Horses eat both of those, plus grapevines, tree ferns, and newly planted shelter belt trees. They… Continue Reading
There are not too many stories that start: “So, let me tell you about the time I inserted a thermometer into a pig’s bottom”. This is one of them. It was our family thermometer, the one I use to closely… Continue Reading
In which Chrissy B provides, for your entertainment, photographs and description of her Friday evening pony wrangling outfit. This is what happens when you come in from work and change into something comfortable; then, forgetting you are still wearing jewellery… Continue Reading
The Forbearing Husband and I made Tiny into our base camp today while a nice man called Hamish prepped our kitchen floor ready for the new [redacted] to be laid. Not telling yet, I want to keep you in suspense… Continue Reading
We’re starting with a pretty picture of a rose because links in Facebook insist on featuring the first picture shown in a blog post. Last week it was an ugly fly-swat and I feel the need to up my aesthetic… Continue Reading
It turns out that a big factor in the art of farming is keeping animals in somewhere (their paddock, pen, run) or out of somewhere else (the veggie garden, the fruit trees, some other animal’s paddock, the neighbour’s rabbit hutch).… Continue Reading
