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
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
One of these farmlet residents fell into the stream and couldn’t get out, the other one had to jump in and assist. No prizes for guessing which one is which. Let’s just say that the person who executed the rescue… Continue Reading
Around here we are reeling from an overload of sad events. If you’ve been following along for a while you’ll know what I mean. If you’re new to these scribblings and want to catch up — I’m sorry, can’t bear… Continue Reading
It’s been a sad few weeks at the farmlet and I haven’t felt like putting pen to paper [fingers to keyboard?]. Thank you to everyone who sent support in the form of blog comments, emails, cards and chocolate. We really appreciate… Continue Reading
We buried the old dog today. We’ve been dreading her death for years. Since April we’ve known it was imminent, and two weeks ago she had another stroke-like event. The last ten days have been a series of discussions about… Continue Reading
It’s been a bit harder than usual to come up with blog posts recently. Especially posts that are lighthearted and entertaining. Maybe you’ve noticed the change. The reason is a couple of scary and sad events that happened in April and which… Continue Reading
— caught last Wednesday in the DOC approved rat trap. Skip scrolling down if you’d rather not see slightly mangled rat. I’ll add some spacers to help out. Do you want to look down there, or not? Are you sure? Really, really sure?… Continue Reading
It worked! There is one less rat under the chicken house, and this old girl is the reason. See, it’s true, good things do run into the mouths of dogs who wait. I was going to post a photo of the dead rat, but on… Continue Reading
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
