Category Archives: The farm

Changing a bit of the world

Graham Harvey, author of Grass-Fed Nation and The Killing of the Countryside

Hello Followers,

This is a different subject than the poetry posts. As engaging, but more serious. It involves our planet; our home.

I’m about to take a leap of faith and change the comfort of my life in order the walk the walk instead of talking the talk. I’m becoming a small eco warrior, farmer, nurturer, permaculturer, proper-chicken woman. I’ve got the cape, I need help acquiring a first piece of earth to work with.

Below is a crowd-funding site in case any of you believe in this too and would like to share the journey in some way too.

I would be grateful for any contribution, big or small.

Here’s to making a difference and going back to caring for nature and rich other. There are enough rich people in the world. They don’t need any more support

Blessed be


From Barbara Turney Wieland – Hi there! I’d really appreciate it if you could share and donate to my GoFundMe campaign, Pastured Poultry & Permaculture.

City break

I think the colour of my eyes

has changed. Look at me

Face to face with the open air

They’ve moved from cloudy to blue

They’ve transitioned from woman to girlish

They’ve settled to clear from guarded

Hazel reflected stillness, purpose, simplicity, dotted with lambs and lushness

In the space of just a season on the farm

Under the same sun. My face is open

to the air, which is fair, I think

I’ve changed my vision.

The farmer



Responsible for

So many lives. Most times for-

gets about his own


n.b. There are sheep and lambs and cows and chickens and baby chicks and a dog

that the farmer cares for

There are crows and pheasants and and swallows and swifts and rats and mice and sparrows and robins and a squirrel

that come to steal from the farm table

There is little time for communion with humans; for some R&R, for disconnection, for his partner

The farm is his life


Broad daylight or Dead of night

On thé farm


This week only….


Approx tally:


Half a spring lamb

One whole sheep

A dozen or so chickens

One fox




Fox attack


Heart attacks / Fox attacks

Shot by farmer




Shock and horror

Bewilderment plus two orphan lambs to bottle rear from here

Loss of profit

One less fox to worry about

*possibly uncounted cubs crying for mum

Meadow Talk

On thé farm

May 13 2019


A thing of beauty and intent

Russet red flash in the verdant grass

Must have been

I wasn’t there


Flat bush of a tail, a back, a snout

Snaking low in the lush grass

So sleek, so lovely

I didn’t see it


The sheep knew and bleeted

The cows lowed unheeded

I didn’t hear it


The flock watched

The ewe saw

She butchered the lamb

Right in front of her in the field

In broad daylight, the vixen


There was protest, i’m sure

Not from me, I wasn’t there


Half the corpse was dragged, neatly sawn, back to the cubs snuggled in their den, unseen

They rejoiced, I guess

I didn’t witness this


I know because the farmer reported his findings in the early evening along with the evidence that he put in the bag for the knacker man later


I wasn’t there

I wasn’t there

But I can see it

I learned today…3

On the farm


Chicken Run



Even pasture raised ones

Keel over

Have heart attacks

From over-eating

Growing too quick

Their bodies can’t

Keep up


It’s not their fault

It’s the new race

They’ve been bred that way

By us humans

To feed us humans

The plump beasts

The fat thighs

We desire

Nothing less

Than obesity



In the long run





Farm2Fork rocks.

Learning new things everyday.

Thanks Oliver White