We are a small, sufficiency farm in the wild, wet hills of southwest Ireland, raising goats and sheep for food and fibre on heather and rain. I hand milk our small herd of caprine queens who churn the heavy soils of our rough hill land into sweet sustenance. Our beautiful, benevolent little flock of colourful Shetland sheep grow wool for my handcrafted rugs to provide income to our farm. Feeding us is fundamental to the deal. Our animals are the soul and sustenance of our farm, and my constant, grounding reminder that death is fundamental to life. I write about all of it, full circle, the real and the raw.
It is my hope to foster an honest and authentic connection here with readers and followers of our little flock and farm. I hope the stories I share convey my love and reverence for the land and the animals that feed us, and my deeply held conviction of our place as humans on the land, as herders, gardeners, and farmers.
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