a game

Trying to be a little creative with our blog we decided to play a game that united the thoughts of all of our team members: 4 Germans, a Mexican, an Ecuadorian and 6 representatives of the land of freedom, the United States of America. The game consisted in writing a couple of sentences and not being able to read what the other person wrote first (except the last two words). So here it is, don’t take us too seriously and enjoy!

Our farm visit today proved that the ugly ducking is in fact, a sheep. The sheep stood in a typical cotswold flock surrounded by ca. 700 of the same kind. The garden used the same kind of stock-less rotations advocated in some part of England during the last century. In the last century many farmers converted to organic farming. Abbey farm was a great example of an extremely diversified system, like a cheese room and a café, and tractors, music festivals, totem poles, blue spotted sheep and line backer cows, 200 varieties of vegetables, big fat pigs with large tusks and little piggy wiggies, free range chicken protected by rotating rubber owls. There were also a lot of cereals, rye, barley and wheat. All sprinkled with colorful poppies. John, the manager of the farm gave us a great tour to get an impression of everything. Everything was green and covered in trees and pastures of white clover.
Advantages of white clover: It stays longer because it builds roots, from which new plants can grow.
Disadvantages: It fixes less nitrogen than red clover.
It was very difficult to resist the temptation to dive right in and give these farm system practices a closer look.
There was a bit fat black slug under the canopy of wheat stalks. A totem pole, yart in the woods. I never imagined that fields of grain in England would be so large, but I guess they are. A glass of cider and a pasty of veggies and potatoes convinced me.
I don’t know how he did it, but he did after a long time, convince me that sheep do not naturally have tails. Nonetheless, it was dusk now and the moon was rising, in such a way that I could be convinced of almost anything. It was nothing but pure bliss. That is if you forget about the fact that we were attacked by mosquito like miniature creatures and that an ATM swallowed one of our mate’s debit card. But we did it; we survived another day in wild England.
cheers
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