Best kept under wraps

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.

A Shear Spectacle

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.

Couple’s retreat

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.

Down memory lane: first day on the farm

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.

Reality bites

“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.

CountryWide-Eyed at RTÉ

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…

The Phonecall

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.

My first slaughter

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…

Faced with a difficult decision

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…

Testing times

That’s how, on a Wednesday evening in Rathgar, I found myself settling into an hour’s research on the topic of Bovine Viral Diarrhoea. I’ll spare you the details, but suffice it to say, this wasn’t a dose that could be cured with dry toast and flat 7up.