When I was in labour I didn’t want anyone to know. My parents, my husband’s parents and, obviously, my husband knew but that was it. I didn’t want the stress of anyone texting asking stupid things like: ‘any signs yet?’ or people posting on my Facebook account: ‘hope it’s not too painful.’ Birth is such … [Read more…]
Before we lived on the farm, it was easy to think of myself as a farmer’s wife but until you are actually there, you are not. Yes you are used to the unsociable hours, not being able to take holidays and washing clothes caked in anything from mud and muck to blood, but until you … [Read more…]
After the chicken carnage, I thought long and hard about what to do. Should I replace them, was it worth the heartbreak? If it hadn’t been for Hilda’s survival, I think I probably wouldn’t have bothered getting any more but chickens are flock animals and she was sad on her own. My first two replacements … [Read more…]
It was a Thursday morning like any other. My day off, (I work Mon-Wed) 7am, Elizabeth and I were in the kitchen thinking about breakfast and Ged had been out in the yard for a while. He came in and said: “brace yourself, I’ve got some bad news.” The cows were calving so I just … [Read more…]
