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A Country Diary 78

Posted in Tom Hodgkinson’s Country Diary on 2 July 2008

2 July 2008

THE CROWS HAVE been irritating me. The sound they make is deeply unpleasant, a kind of mocking croaking, as if they are laughing at you. They attack smaller birds and do damage to the vegetable patch. So …

A Country Diary 77

Posted in Tom Hodgkinson’s Country Diary on 2 June 2008

THE ALAN METHOD for successful chicken keeping has been a great success. Since moving the feed bins out of the henhouse, and locking them in till one o’clock, and disturbing any other stray nests, we have been averaging six eggs …

A Country Diary 76

Posted in Tom Hodgkinson’s Country Diary on 19 May 2008

WE CAME HOME the other day to find that Milly the cat had brought home a little wild bunny. Presumably she intended to kill it and eat, but when we arrived, she was doing a bit of laid back torturing …

A Country Diary 75

Posted in Tom Hodgkinson’s Country Diary on 24 April 2008

I’VE JUST read a diary entry I wrote for 15th March, but never posted. It makes for rather depressing reading: “Sometimes I wonder why I bother. Children and wives wreck everything… the pony is just an expense and a hassle, …

Country Diary 74: Regular Sex and Freedom

Posted in Tom Hodgkinson’s Country Diary on 20 March 2008

THIS MORNING I ate a triumphant breakfast: toast from home-baked bread, bacon from home-killed and home-cured pig, and egg from our own hens. Needless to say, the taste was far superior to anything you could buy in the supermarket, and …

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