It was another case of ‘small farming, big problems’ last week in the money pit that is my small pedigree Angus herd. I went out to the shed around 9pm with the intention of forking in some silage and being back inside before the kettle had finished boiling for the tea.
With calving and lambing in sight, I feel we’re halfway through winter in this part of the country, anyway and it’s is a good time to assess the remaining feed supplies.
As well as farming, I teach full-time and I have two young daughters. To complicate matters further, my farm is fragmented into two main blocks: 22ha (54ac) of dry land here and 36ha in Tulla, Co Clare, almost 36km away.
I wasn’t long out of college when my first car gave up the ghost and I decided I wanted to buy a jeep. Not having the money to spring for a new one, I bought a second hand ‘bargain’ on the advice of a fellow vet, and so began eight months of torture.