What are you doing on Thursday evening? Come and join us for an apéro* at our new little butchery in Burnie.
We'll have a drink and a nibble, talk about nice things like pigs and gardening, and you can select a few goodies to put under the tree (or hide in the fridge).
Our friends from Red Cow Dairies, Blue Penguin Wines, and Pickled Sisters are coming too to share their wares.
We're really looking forward to catching up with our customers and producer friends.
In the new year we're planning to open the butchery regularly on Thursday afternoons/evenings.
*a new word in my vocab that explains that wonderful time of day when you sit down with friends, share a little drink, some good food and forget about your worries.
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Monday, December 9, 2013
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Ten more (slightly restless) sleeps
In the same way a woman goes on maternity leave as her due date looms, Guy and Dane have been coaxing pigs with swollen bellies out of the herd paddock and into their personal farrowing paddocks.
They haven't got a hospital bag or a new nightie, but their pen has a muddy wallow and a shed filled with soft barley straw.
Through luck - and a tiny bit of planning - we've got a number of sows due in the week of our Rare Day Out.
Who wants to see a fresh, silky piggy, or ten?
The muscovy ducks that have been sitting in the barn have surprised us with their timing, and brought out their waddling clutches a little earlier than anticipated. At least the ducklings will be a bit more robust for enthusiastic handling at two weeks old.
The guinea fowl has also got babies. In the past we've had rotten luck with getting the chicks past a week old, but as we check these ones through the binoculars, they seem to have outlived the riskiest time.
Part of that's because the weather's a bit like dry Africa, where the fowls originated.
A year ago, as I looked out this kitchen window, the grass was a brilliant green and there was a paddock of smiling clover ready for the pigs to be moved into.
Today the grass that clutches the dirt is dead and waiting for the autumn break to bring it out of dormancy.
But as the wind blows, and the pigs rotate their bodies in the mud wallows, we are thankful for the hardy shelter belts that divide the paddocks like green oasis strips.
It's dry - certainly the driest season we've had since we came to Mount Gnomon in 2009. But the old farmers across the north-west says it's been decades since we've had a year like this.
I'd love it to rain before our open day. I'll order a day where the cloud hangs low over the mountain and the water trickles slowly into the ground over hours. And then I'll order warm, overcast weather for the next day, and then the sun can come out and coax delicate shoots from the soil.
Dry weather or green grass, we're starting to get excited about the 2013 Rare Day.
Last year we fell off our hay bales when 650 people turned up to see our patch of piggies.
This year, we've got a few extra attractions, including music from the Doctors Rocksters, artisan wine from Blue Penguin Farm, Lost Pippin Cider, and cheesecakes, platters and smoothies from our friends at Red Cow Dairies.
They'll join Seven Sheds Brewery, enthusiastic coffee-making friends Theresa and Beau, and our team of Mount Gnomon taco and sausage cookers.
Head over to our registration page to let us know how many people you're bringing - you could win a voucher!
And we'll get back to running around like headless farmers as we prepare for your arrival...
They haven't got a hospital bag or a new nightie, but their pen has a muddy wallow and a shed filled with soft barley straw.
Through luck - and a tiny bit of planning - we've got a number of sows due in the week of our Rare Day Out.
Who wants to see a fresh, silky piggy, or ten?
The muscovy ducks that have been sitting in the barn have surprised us with their timing, and brought out their waddling clutches a little earlier than anticipated. At least the ducklings will be a bit more robust for enthusiastic handling at two weeks old.
The guinea fowl has also got babies. In the past we've had rotten luck with getting the chicks past a week old, but as we check these ones through the binoculars, they seem to have outlived the riskiest time.
Part of that's because the weather's a bit like dry Africa, where the fowls originated.
A year ago, as I looked out this kitchen window, the grass was a brilliant green and there was a paddock of smiling clover ready for the pigs to be moved into.
Today the grass that clutches the dirt is dead and waiting for the autumn break to bring it out of dormancy.
But as the wind blows, and the pigs rotate their bodies in the mud wallows, we are thankful for the hardy shelter belts that divide the paddocks like green oasis strips.
It's dry - certainly the driest season we've had since we came to Mount Gnomon in 2009. But the old farmers across the north-west says it's been decades since we've had a year like this.
I'd love it to rain before our open day. I'll order a day where the cloud hangs low over the mountain and the water trickles slowly into the ground over hours. And then I'll order warm, overcast weather for the next day, and then the sun can come out and coax delicate shoots from the soil.
Dry weather or green grass, we're starting to get excited about the 2013 Rare Day.
Last year we fell off our hay bales when 650 people turned up to see our patch of piggies.
This year, we've got a few extra attractions, including music from the Doctors Rocksters, artisan wine from Blue Penguin Farm, Lost Pippin Cider, and cheesecakes, platters and smoothies from our friends at Red Cow Dairies.
They'll join Seven Sheds Brewery, enthusiastic coffee-making friends Theresa and Beau, and our team of Mount Gnomon taco and sausage cookers.
Head over to our registration page to let us know how many people you're bringing - you could win a voucher!
And we'll get back to running around like headless farmers as we prepare for your arrival...
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