The very first television soap I remember was called Emergency Ward 10. Nurses in crisply starched frocks crackled through the wobbly cardboard set on their way to an assignation with a dishy doctor or to soothe the sweaty brow of someone who’d fallen off the tram. I think that’s why, years later, I became obsessed [...]
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By Sheep Identification, The DIY Vet And A Chicken Escape
I have enough trouble recognising humans I’ve known for a long while – there’s a medical name for extremes of this, but Sarah puts it down to my increasingly childlike personality and basic stupidity. Sometimes I don’t recognise her on purpose, as a form of counter measure. Recognising sheep however is on a whole different [...]
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Cocks and Hens
It’s all been cocks and hens recently. As you know three hens went broody and hatched five chicks. From the beginning of the process it’s been an impressive exercise in shared motherhood. During the ‘sitting’ phase each of the hens left the nest once a day to eat and drink and while one was absent the [...]
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By The Chicken Definitely Came First
Ours did anyway. But on Sunday, what would have been a large and tasty omelette turned into five fluffy yellow cheeping chicks peeking out from under their Mum’s feathery skirts. Say ‘aaahhhhh!’. It will now be ten weeks before they’re edible again. Our chickens are separated into three runs – each of which is ruled [...]
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Chilly Chickens And Other Cold Animals
We are all very bored with the snow and the cold now. Red’s cock-a-doodle-doo is hoarse. The doodle-doo bit is almost missing. He sounds a bit pathetic – so I’m giving him a special vitamin tonic in his water to try and help. Vera – the other cockerel has taken this opportunity to make fun [...]
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This is the story of a rural life, lived by Sarah and Christopher on their 40 acre Wealden farm, near Rye, which they share with assorted animals, wild flowers, trees, an eclectic array of locals and the odd visitor who thinks it's an idyll. Sometimes it is.
