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The last dinner at Whiskey Creek Farm, chicken wings, vegetables, salad and rice. Delicious. We ate a lot of chicken at the farm. “Chicken for a change” was the catch phrase when it came to food. But really, I’ve never eaten tastier, more tender and juicy chicken in my life. Everything will taste dry andContinue reading “Chapter 178: The last supper”

Well, it took a while, but finally Mr. P found a real friend at the farm. Kermit might seem slightly too big for little Mr. P, but he didn’t mind one bit. And they had so much fun together. They went motorbiking on the property. Or just hanging out, talking until late into the night,Continue reading “Chapter 177: Mr. P finally gets a bestie”

In the evenings, I usually spent some time trying to get the excersies that I learnt from Jay to work on Lori’s horse Tango. She is a beautiful, reddish thing, but she is also extremely mareish and stubborn. She had also been let to walk around by herself, all over the property, for a veryContinue reading “Chapter 176: The beginner horse whisperer”

But taking care of he chickens was only one of the things I did at the farm. Most of my time, I spent weeding in the garden. But there really isn’t anything exciting to tell about weeding. It’s mostly just annoying, with the roots always braking and never ending, but done right, it also givesContinue reading “Chapter 175: What I also did”

Now in the spring is the time when the hens want to have babies. But they are strangely communal about the egg laying process. They’ll find a spot that they like, build a little nest there and start laying eggs. When the original hen isn’t there, some other hen might lie in the nest forContinue reading “Chapter 174: Being a midwife”

All these tiny details at Whiskey Creek Farm. Being so small himself, Mr. P found them charming.

When Lori gave me the responsibility to gather the days catch of new eggs, she said that the hens were sneaky and that every day was like a never-ending Easter egg hunt without a map. But I didn’t realise just how sneaky. Some hens laid ther eggs in the egg barn, where Lori had builtContinue reading “Chapter 172: The peculiarities of hens and their eggs”

Oh, you wouldn’t believe how cute they are when they are one day old. The laying hens’ chicks are hard to get close to, since their moms are there to protect them. But the meat bird chicks, that Lori buys and gets delivered from the mainland freshly hatched, are all on their own and areContinue reading “Chapter 171: The chicks & me”

This bony gentleman turned out to be much more interested in what Mr. P had to say. He listened to everything and didn’t interrupt or look away once. Mr. P liked him immidiately. Well, maybe that says more about Mr. P’s social skills than anything else.

In her garden, Lori’s got the white spring flower that the English have given the very complicated name lily of the valley (or as us Swedes call them: liljekonvaljer). They smell like heaven. I guess the forest between Skaprnäck and Bagarmossen are full of them now, too. In primary school, I used to pick aContinue reading “Chapter 169: Liljekonvalj”