When our neighbors John and Aussie Bronwyn announced that they were selling their property and moving away, CJ and I were mortified. More than anyone, those two have taught us how to live on 20 acres. How could they abandon …
We all headed out to the top paddock. Kowhai, our pet kunekune boar, was out there wandering happily through the grass. I felt bad. The poor pig had no idea what he was in for.
It was the height of summer when I found a brown duck swimming around our goldfish pond like it owned the place. It stared me down fearlessly as if to say, “I was here first. Go find your own pond.” …
This is just one of the recipes that appears in my olive farming memoir, ‘An Olive Grove at the Edge of the World’. ___________________ “Why won’t you share it?” I asked CJ. We were standing in the kitchen, looking at a …
When a sheep is sick in the paddock, Hamish the stock agent asks me to help out. “Prop her up and she’ll be right,” he says.
Old Man Henry is our geriatric rooster. He is mangy and decrepit. The feathers on his head are just quill stubble. He’s half blind, bow-legged, and he pauses strangely after every step. On certain misty mornings, when the light is …
There are many ways to make your own olive oil. This is my own personal recipe. Feel free to modify it to make it work for you. Keep in mind the essentials. In my experience, there are three key things …