I’m not long back from RTE Radio Centre where, I’m excited to say, I recorded my first column for CountryWide! All being well, the segment will air on the show this Saturday coming, and hopefully will become a somewhat regular thing 🙂
Indeed, an expression of thanks from farmer-to-farmer, and a soon-to-be-savoured gift for my family, this cross-border bird embodied so much more than just good eatin’.
So perhaps there’s some irony in the fact that now, two and a half years later, I find myself unpacking once again and settling into life in another new location —this time, in the land of the Lily whites, and Jack’s home county of Kildare.
If my two years in the field of farmer-dating have taught me anything, it’s that it’s a naive and foolish woman who would ask her farmer to choose between his lady and his land.
It was that following Monday then, that I headed off, looking forward to discovering what I reckoned could well be a hidden talent of mine. After all, given that the current Guinness world record for fastest time to shear a single sheep is held by a Donegal man, as a fellow Ulster native, I had to fancy my chances.
In the midst of our excitement at booking, we had failed to realise that our long weekend in April would fall smack bang in the middle of the busiest time on the farm. And, as we soon found out, cattle don’t subscribe to company calendars or “out of office” email reminders.
I didn’t know what exactly I was looking at when we arrived around the backside of the creature, but I knew enough to know that the calf’s arrival was imminent.
“A dog got at the lambs today,” he’d said. I pictured the friendly little creatures I’d been introduced to not two weeks before: all bright-eyes, and spindly legs, bouncing about the place with more curiosity than sense. Easy pickings for a dog of any kind.
Last weekend, I had the pleasure of appearing on RTE Radio 1’s CountryWide programme. There, I was interviewed by my fellow Irish Country Living columnist, Damien O’Reilly, and shared my story of the joys, challenges, and lessons that come from ‘falling for a farmer.’ My first time on national radio was exciting and daunting in…
When I saw him the following evening, I looked hard to find the small scratch on his brow, just beneath his hairline. I pictured the tractor laying on its side, the jack-knifed trailer behind it, and I knew, without question that it was only for the guardianship of some higher power, that Jack was sitting there beside me that evening.
You’ll recall that Jack had issued me an offer that I definitely could refuse — an invitation to witness the killing of a calf persistently infected with the fatal disease, BVD. To say I love animals is an understatement. I once subjected my poor Mammy to the cold shoulder for a good hour after she…
It was more a disappointment than a surprise when with the results of the follow-up tests came back confirming that all five calves had BVD. “What now?” I asked him, even though there was only one answer. “Call Tom up the road, I suppose.” Tom works for the local hunt kennels and is the man…