How My Farm Fares
Well, we’re solidly into 2015, the year of Back to the Future (as we keep being reminded by TV) and a lot less has changed on the farm. The gaggle has had an unsuccessful year in gosling-production, so no change there. The hens managed to hatch only four chicks, no change there either. Raspberry bushes produced a little under 13kgs, down by about a third on last year, however the lemon tree did a bit better than last year so that balances. Things don’t change much on a farm from year to year unless there’s a disaster like the year we had even worse than usual gales and my covered yards were ripped to pieces, or 2003 when we had a real snow and around 150 outsiders were trapped in the village for a couple of nights. On the other hand I quite like the status quo as regards to the farm and hope it stays that way.
Not that life provides guarantees. The piglets would wish it did – if they but knew. As would the two massive steers my friend and I have been rearing for beef over the forthcoming winter. And another hen is sitting, on a very large clutch of eggs and if there WERE guarantees, she’d hatch the lot. Oh, sigh, and all my books would be best sellers. Yeah, right!
How My Farm Fares
18 January 2015
Well, we’re solidly into 2015, the year of Back to the Future (as we keep being reminded by TV) and a lot less has changed on the farm. The gaggle has had an unsuccessful year in gosling-production, so no change there. The hens managed to hatch only four chicks, no change there either. Raspberry bushes produced a little under 13kgs, down by about a third on last year, however the lemon tree did a bit better than last year so that balances. Things don’t change much on a farm from year to year unless there’s a disaster like the year we had even worse than usual gales and my covered yards were ripped to pieces, or 2003 when we had a real snow and around 150 outsiders were trapped in the village for a couple of nights. On the other hand I quite like the status quo as regards to the farm and hope it stays that way.
Not that life provides guarantees. The piglets would wish it did – if they but knew. As would the two massive steers my friend and I have been rearing for beef over the forthcoming winter. And another hen is sitting, on a very large clutch of eggs and if there WERE guarantees, she’d hatch the lot. Oh, sigh, and all my books would be best sellers. Yeah, right!