Why We Vaccinate

 “In 1736 I lost one of my sons, a fine boy of four years old, by the small-pox, taken in the common way. I long regretted bitterly, and still regret that I had not given it to him by inoculation. This I mention for the sake of parents who omit that operation, on the supposition that they should never forgive themselves if a child died under it; my example showing that the regret may be the same either way, and that, therefore, the safer should be chosen.” — Benjamin Franklin


We live on a beautiful rural property in Byron Bay, which we farm organically. We don’t use chemicals, artificial fertilisers or pesticides. To support the health of our herds and crops we use natural mineral fertilisers, biodynamics and good farm management. We also supplement our stock with minerals and molasses, and we vaccinate.

People are often surprised that we vaccinate, and that I am the chief officer of those vaccinations. But we live in the Northern Rivers – a lush country with high rainfall and summer temperatures, and every year when the season’s conditions are right ( dry winter followed by lashings of rain, summer storms, high heat and abundant new grass growth) we have an upsurge of a spore-forming bacteria in the soil called Clostridium chauvoei. It causes a condition called Black Leg, which kills healthy young cattle in a number of hours. By the time the condition is detected, if at all, there is little that can be done to save the animal. There are livestock deaths every year on farms around us. All of which can be prevented by vaccination.

Why do I know this?

Previously we farmed organically on a property in Queensland – a very different kind of holding with open forests and hard grasses. I hadn’t even heard of Blackleg, because our farm just didn’t have the conditions for it to be a problem. We vaccinated there too, but for different illnesses, including Tick Fever (Babesiosis – a co-infection that many human Lyme suffers have, including myself. Blood tests revealed this in me, along with a number of other bacterial infections that are also tick and biting insect borne and that are accepted to be present in many other mammals including cattle, although of course not humans! I’d love to show you the Fact Sheet on Borreliosis in cattle put out by the Department of Primary Industries in Australia. It was widely available for many years until the Lyme controversy started to heat up here, after which it was suddenly withdrawn. Sorry, I digress…)

When we trucked the best of our herd to our new farm we had a summer just like the one we are entering into now – lush, wet and hot. And within a month we lost six young animals over just a few days to this disease I’d never heard of. They were the healthiest and best animals we had, and that good health and good genetics did not protect them. We found them dead in the paddocks, after having seem them healthy and strong the day before. We called in the vet, and the vet introduced us to Blackleg and explained how and why it had occurred and what we could do to minimise the chance of it happening again. We’d vaccinated those cattle too, but not for this illness. I was beside myself that it could have been prevented and that I hadn’t researched this better.

So now as part of our herd health we vaccinate. Our dogs are vaccinated too, especially for the highly contagious Parvovirus which is rampant in the Northern Rivers and which kills too many puppies and dogs here in Byron Bay every year.

I thought about whether to post this, as vaccination has become such a polarising and controversial subject. Here in Byron Bay we have one of the lowest rates of human vaccination in Australia. I think the ongoing debate about the number, frequency and manufacture of vaccines for children is important. But I also know that vaccines save lives.

While we keep farming I’ll keep practicing land care, soil health, biodiversity, organic practices and I’ll vaccinate.

Take care of yourself, and each other,

Much love, Nicole  xx

Red Bull’s Beautiful Babies



“To country people Cows are mild,
And flee from any stick they throw;
But I’m a timid town bred child,
And all the cattle seem to know.”
~ T.S. Eliot

Do you remember Red Bull, our miracle calf? That’s him in the photo above, taken about eighteen months ago when he was just a wee thing, a few months old.

He’s a dad!

It’s official. Our herd are now all in various stages of late pregnancy, and we’ve already got two new calves on the ground, the first of Red Bull’s progeny.

Here’s the first. Mum hasn’t let us close enough yet to be able to tell the gender, but this calf is enormous and only three days old.

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And here’s the second. This one is definitely a boy! A boy of high spirits and much joy.

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It was wonderful to watch them frolicking in the grass yesterday. Dad is keeping a watchful eye out for them, and there are a few other mums looking about ready to drop, so I think March will be a very productive month here at the farm.

Lots of love from all of us,

Nicole xx

A Day At the Farm

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“I’d rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck.”
~ Emma Goldman


I slept in yesterday. Til nearly eight am. Pure luxury! I’ve had a month of restless nights thanks to Lyme disease, so to sleep so deeply and completely was bliss.

Our farm is a hive of activity right now. We’re fencing, planting, and mosaic-clearing to make way for a replanting of indigenous species to replace the camphor, privet and lantana that we’re ripping out.

That means we have a tribe of workers to feed. I’ve found that workers always work better on full stomachs. 🙂

The men started early, down in the river paddock laying water pipe to the stockyards. I cooked them breakfast when I woke up. A fry-up of our own organic sausages, green tomatoes, herbed scrambled eggs and many pots of tea.

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When the men went back to work I baked fruit cake, and put a pot of chicken soup on the stove. That meant dinner was sorted and my cake tin is full again.


Then I settled down to some writing time.

After lunch I supervised the clearing of a huge grove of bamboo right beside the carport. It’s a beautiful plant, bamboo, but a real fire hazard. Last year, when there was a bushfire miles from here, a small patch of the bamboo litter ignited from a drifting ember. Luckily we were home and able to put it out straight away. But with Australian summers the way they have been, coupled with our unpredictable rainfall, the bamboo had to go. My recent psychic experience with bushfire, and having clients who have lost farms, homes, animals and livelihoods, we aren’t game to take unnecessary risks. Ben cut out usable lengths of the bamboo and the rest will be used for mulch in the newly cleared places.



To finish the day Ben and one of the men brought several wheelbarrow loads of bunya nuts up to the house, and we stood around shelling them, while the men enjoyed an after-work beer. It’s another bumper crop this year, and we sorted and weighed about twenty kilograms of bunya nut kernels to store in the deep freeze until we send them off to local restaurants or to the bush tucker wholesalers.


Of course I’ve kept ample nuts for ourselves, and there is still at least a ute load of extra nuts the size of cannonballs in the grass under the trees that we haven’t yet collected.

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This morning we’re off to the Mullumbimby Farmers Markets to meet friends, have a little breakfast and a good coffee, and buy good fresh bread, eggs and a basket full of fruit and vegetables.

I love the depth and variety of this life, here at the farm. And it certainly keeps me grounded for all of the other metaphysical work I do!

Adapting to Change

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“When asked if I am pessimistic or optimistic about the future, my answer is always the same: if you look at the science about what is happening on earth and aren’t pessimistic, you don’t understand the data. But if you meet the people who are working to restore this earth and the lives of the poor, and you aren’t optimistic, you haven’t got a pulse.”
― Martin Keogh, Hope Beneath Our Feet: Restoring Our Place in the Natural World


Yesterday at our farm we marked the end of an era.

When we bought this place there was an old overgrown orchard on the hill up behind the house. When we’d asked the previous owner what kind of trees they were he’d been offhand. Oranges, he said. Just old oranges. They cropped every year, he told us, and he let the fruit bats get most of them. How many oranges can you eat, he said, shrugging his shoulders.

We’re an organic farm. We don’t use chemicals. So by hand and by machine we cleared out all the privet and camphor, the lantana and other weeds, and were left with a host of ancient citrus trees. They were huge, some of them spindly and weak, and all of them in various stages of declining health after decades of neglect.

That first winter we were amazed. The trees fruited and we harvested  a range of different oranges, blood oranges, tangerines, several kinds of mandarin (clementine), grapefruits and lemons. Most of the varieties were so old that they were not able to be readily identified by the commercial horticulturalist at the nursery up the road.

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We pruned and fed and watered, and waited to see what might happen. Some of the elderly ladies at my CWA group remembered the orchard from their childhoods, when it had been a flourishing commercial affair that supplemented the dairy which used to be our farm. The orchard had been planted in the nineteen-thirties, and had remained in commercial operation until the late sixties.

It was exciting to think that the trees might still be viable. We hoped that we might be able to include them as part of our own organic farm produce plan. In Barcelona we’d seen trees that were well over one hundred and fifty years old and still in full production.

So we tried.

For five years.

And then yesterday we brought the excavator in and pulled almost all of them out.

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Why? The trees are disease-free, but most of them aren’t thriving. A few trees stand out, and produce bountiful, healthy fruit. But six out of sixty? Something wasn’t adding up. Some of our neighbours have had similar issues with their own tree crops so a few of us sent some samples off for testing to find out why our plants aren’t doing what they should, given the treatment we’ve been lavishing upon them.

It turns out our poor old citrus trees have suffered major damage from UV. The UV (ultra violet) radiation levels in Australia have increased dramatically in recent years, and the world is a much warmer place than when these trees were first planted. The winters in our region have become shorter, and less cold. Overall our seasons are more erratic. Effectively our environment is no longer conducive to the ongoing health of the fruit trees. The six old trees that are thriving? They all receive shade for a good portion of the day.

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Global warming is something we can’t ignore. It’s happening right here, right now. It’s the talk of our neighbourhood, and of farming communities everywhere.

So, what are we going to do? Our farm still has good soil, and reliable water. For now, anyway. We’ve decided to plant rows of lilly pilly (a bush tucker food with tart-sweet berries) for shade and wind breaks, and within the protection of those rows we’ll plant a variety of native bush-foods, and heritage (old varieties!) orchard trees which are more heat, drought and sun tolerant. That way we can protect bio-diversity and stay true to our personal philosophy of farming and living gently on the earth.

Our farm already produces plenty of bunya nuts – another fine bush tucker food. At first we’d harvested them for our own use, but now we sell the nuts to local restaurants and to a bush foods co-op which distribute them throughout Australia and overseas. A mix of Australian natives and conventional food crops for our farm seems a grand idea.

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We need to be adaptive to our changing environment, rather than continuing to struggle with old ways that no longer work with these new conditions.

I felt sad to watch the demise of the old citrus trees, but there is no use trying to persevere with something that can’t adapt and thrive. Better to pull them out and plant food trees that are better suited to our changed conditions. Better for us as farmers to be thinking about this warming planet, and what we can do to sustain food availability and quality.

It’s a good lesson for life too, don’t you think?

If you’ve tried, and tried, and something’s just not working, maybe it’s time to walk away and begin something new with a better chance of success.

Sowing Seeds

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“Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.”
~ Robert Louis Stevenson


Yesterday afternoon the sky over the farm grew heavy and dark. The air was hot and humid, with not a hint of breeze. I had finished a busy day of phone readings and retreat preparations, and I would have loved to sink into a chair with a cold drink, or jump in the pool to cool down.

But no.

Instead I put on some old clothes and headed down to the river flats with Ben to sow grass seed.

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Gradually we’ve been reclaiming areas of our farm that were long neglected. We’ve mosaic-cleared patches of lantana, privet and camphor using an excavator, and replanted them with good paddock grasses as feed for the cattle, or with rainforest trees that restore some of the original biodiversity of this area. We are an organic farm, so we don’t use chemicals. Instead we clear with machines and by hand. It’s more work, but its honest work, and it keeps us deeply in touch with our land and our herd.


Rain is predicted in the next few days, so it’s a good time to sow seed. Sometimes work needs to come before rest.

We sow this seed by placing the fine seeds into buckets and then taking handfuls and scattering them on any bare patches of soil in front of us. We also like to sow seed directly over cow pats. The rich fertiliser gives the seed a fantastic start.

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It’s actually a restful and contemplative job. While we walked the paddocks we watched our nesting pair of wedgetail eagles teaching their two hatchlings how to fly and hunt. The air was filled with their cries, and the typical ‘I’m hungry’ squawks of the junior birds who were wanting to be fed.

A lone black cockatoo soared overhead.

Wallabies came out to graze now that the worst heat of the day had passed.

Bert stayed on the back of the ute, watching the world go by and feeling very important.

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And a hopeful Harry followed us everywhere with his new rope toy, waiting for a game.

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In a month or so we’ll see a bright green flush of new grass, and the thick blades of millet poking through the soil. We’re resting this paddock right now, while our cattle graze up in the orchard and around the hills. By autumn we’ll have a good source of feed to carry us into winter.

Farming teaches us lessons that are also valuable in life.

What seeds can you sow this week that might blossom for you in the future? How can you improve an area of your life by putting in some time and energy?

Yesterday I also completed my NaNoWriMo challenge for 2014 – that crazy plan of writing 50 000 words in November.

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Some of those words are pretty darned awful. But now I have an awful first draft I have something to work with, and to shape into a book that is a whole lot better than this initial attempt. If I’d never started, I wouldn’t have those 52 303 words to work with! It’s a cracking start, and I’m itching to keep going now that I have some momentum.

So, what results do you want to be able to harvest in your life? I challenge you to go sow some seeds to make that happen.


A Little Light Rain

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“The first supermarket supposedly appeared on the American landscape in 1946. That is not very long ago. Until then, where was all the food? Dear folks, the food was in homes, gardens, local fields, and forests. It was near kitchens, near tables, near bedsides. It was in the pantry, the cellar, the backyard.”
~ Joel Salatin, Folks, This Ain’t Normal: A Farmer’s Advice for Happier Hens, Healthier People, and a Better World


We’ve woken to light rain on the roof, here at the farm. There is rain enough that it is gurgling in the gutters, and running into our tanks. Everything is glossy and green again.

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Rain right now, coming into spring, is a blessing. It’s the driest year in our district since 1902. Rain now will get the grass growing, ease the discomfort of the trees in the orchard, and nourish the tender new seedlings in my vegetable beds.


It’s good for our souls too. There is something cleansing and nurturing about rain – the smell it brings, the moisture in the air, the richness it releases from leaves and soil.

Today I can wear my gumboots, and do a happy dance for my cows. I can rejoice in the morning’s soggy beauty.

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Later I shall sit in front of the fire, listening to rain on the roof, as I write, write, write and drink tea while soup bubbles away on the stove. This afternoon, a few psychic appointments to take me through until dinner.

There can’t be much better than that. Life is beautiful, all shiny bright from rain.

Bless xx

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Roadside Bounty and Shared Harvests

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“We must give more in order to get more. It is the generous giving of ourselves that produces the generous harvest.”Orison Swett Marden

On the back roads around our own little farm, many farmers and those folks with large home gardens have set up roadside stalls to sell some of their surplus produce.

I love shopping like this. For a handful of coins I have access to the freshest of fruits, vegetables, flowers, plants and occasional batches of jams or pickles.

Doesn’t this gramma pumpkin look delicious! I’m thinking to use it for a pumpkin pie and some scones for our weekend visitors.

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One of the other fabulous things that makes my world turn is sharing.

I made a large batch of chicken bone broth, and shared it with a neighbour. In return they gave me some avocado ‘seconds’ from a large bucket someone else had gifted them.

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Later, I shared some home-baked Anzac biscuits with an elderly friend, and in return I was given a large bag of bright green chokos which I shall turn into pickles over the weekend. Some of those pickles, I’m sure, shall be swapped for other bounty.

The empty glass jars I’ll fill with pickles were saved for me by a friend who owns a coffee shop and book store in Byron Bay. I’ll keep a jar of pickles out for her for repayment of her kindness.

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And of course, I also harvested lots and lots of hugs as I gathered this wonderful produce yesterday!

This morning Ben and I are heading to the Mullumbimby Farmers’ Markets for a few more goodies for the week ahead. Some fermented foods, some bread and local cheese, a couple of extra veggies, a jar of excellent local miso paste, and of course a social catch-up and a coffee with friends.

I’m wishing for you a weekend full of sharing, love and laughter. Much love to you, Nicole xx

Making a Cosy Nest

ww4“The bird, a nest; the spider, a web; man, friendship.” ~ William Blake


There’s a cold change in the air. Autumn is well and truly here at the farm. That means stoking the fire each night, and digging out our jumpers and extra blankets for the beds.

A few weeks ago I sat on the veranda, discussing the Bluesfest program with my neighbour, and how fabulous our Easter was going to be. As we sat, drinking tea, I combed my hair to get the knots out of it before I washed it. To be tidy I put the hair that got caught in my comb into a plastic tub, ready to go in the compost.


While we sat drinking tea and talking, a cheeky Willie Wagtail (a small fantail bird) came clicking and clucking and chattering on the veranda rail beside us.

To our surprise it darted down to my tub of hair, grabbed a strand and flew off with it.

My neighbour and I then decided to take a tour of our orchard. Autumn is a great time to prune fruit trees, so that they are well shaped and become strong bearers. We trimmed a few trees, and talked music for the rest of the afternoon. When we came back to the veranda, to get our empty cups and bring them into the kitchen, almost all of the hair had gone. There were just a few strands left in the bottom of the tub.

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Yesterday morning I followed the very chirpy Wagtail down to a corner of the woodshed.

Miss Willie Wagtail had taken my hair to build her nest, all cosy for winter, and ready for babies in Spring. It seemed to me an ultimate act of recycling.

I hope the nest is comfortable for her. And that she’s blessed with a healthy, happy family!



Clearing Sales – and their special charm

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“A bargain is something you can’t use at a price you can’t resist.”  ~ Franklin P. Jones


I had quite the romantic outing yesterday. It started with the Lismore Farmers Markets and their Saturday auction in the showgrounds, where we enjoyed an excellent coffee and perused the wares. We came away with a bargain lawn mower, and ran into neighbours who bought ducks, baby chickens and a rooster. Hoorah for country life!

We then popped over to a cattle property where they were having a clearing sale, which is the farm equivalent of a giant garage or yard sale, but run as an auction. The crowd follows the auctioneers up and down the rows of items laid out on the ground, and bids for the bargains. It was a great turn-out, and the farm’s front paddock looked like a used truck and ute lot with all of the visitors to the sale.

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There were so many great excellent dooverlackers and thingummiebobs and such that you might never know you’d need. Rows and rows of them in fact. Ben had many in-depth conversations with people about the various whatsies.


I spent most of my time watching the kids running around in the sunshine, climbing and jumping off things, playing chasey, and dropping stones into puddles to see who could make the biggest splash. That they all got covered in mud and filth was a negligible matter, seeming to only upset mothers.



Sad to say, despite the excellent array of useful items, the only thing we bought was lunch.

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My love takes me to nothing but the best of restaurants…

I have to admit, the food was nothing short of delicious. And probably the genuine bargain of the sale.

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These little cowgirls stole the show with their cuteness factor. And a good day was had by all!



Hay, Hay, Hay! (because lame jokes & Nicole go so well together)

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“Nic, step away from that computer. Sometimes you just have to get going!” ~ Ben Phillips, husband.


We got up so early this morning there was no time to blog. We were in the ute and rolling out the door just on dawn.


To buy hay at the Saturday Markets of course!

The farm looked so pretty in its sparkly covering of dew and sunlight.

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No blog? No, we had to get started so we wouldn’t miss out! I took pictures anyway, so I might still have something to share with you.

So now it’s 6.30am and I am blogging on my iphone. That’s how much I love you.

Here’s the morning’s outcome – a beautiful load of hay for my new organic vegetable garden, and some for the cows, of course, who – like everyone here at our farm – are spoiled rotten!

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As soon as Ben has tied the load down on the back of our old ute I’m making him take me for coffee at one of the local market stalls and I’ll fill my basket with fresh fruit and vegetables.

Truth be told, an early morning adventure is a very satisfying way to start your day!