{"id":5118,"date":"2014-04-24T23:41:26","date_gmt":"2014-04-24T21:41:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/?p=5118"},"modified":"2020-05-08T19:52:22","modified_gmt":"2020-05-08T18:52:22","slug":"kullagarden","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/2014\/04\/24\/kullagarden\/","title":{"rendered":"Kullag\u00e5rden"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Last week was Easter break at school. We all took the week off and had a mini-vacation at a farm. I had been longing for greenery and nature, and we also wanted the kids to see farm animals up close.<\/p>\n<p>I grew up in the city but we spent all our summers at my grandmother&#8217;s cottage. It was very much a city-dweller&#8217;s summer cottage rather than a farm. But one of the neighbours had hens, and there was a sheep pasture nearby, so I got somewhat acquainted with some animals at least.<\/p>\n<p>The farm we visited now, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.kullagarden.se\/\">Kullag\u00e5rden<\/a>, was a proper working farm. Small-scale, not one of those giant places of industrial-scale food production, but still a working farm rather than a hobby. Mostly they grow organic crops (wheat, oats, spelt and beans) but crop farming is pretty boring to look at, especially in April when nothing has been planted yet&#8230; But they also had a whole bunch of cows, both for meat and for the manure they produce. There were also horses and ponies, hens, rabbits and goats.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/helen\/blog\/images\/Kullagarden_goat.jpg\" class=\"x6y4\" \/><\/p>\n<p>I liked the cows. They turned out to be much more inquisitive and nosy than I had expected. And they were beautifully hairy. The kids found them noisy and stinky and boring, and weren&#8217;t even interested in the week-old calves. Too large I guess.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/helen\/blog\/images\/Kullagarden_cows.jpg\" class=\"x6y4\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Ingrid enjoyed feeding the hens. Adrian preferred to keep a fence between them and himself. I learned that hens find cheese a treat and prefer it to breadcrumbs. (I guess nobody would normally feed cheese to their chickens &#8211; these were leftover scraps from the bed &#038; breakfast end of the farm.)<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/helen\/blog\/images\/Kullagarden_hens.jpg\" class=\"x6y4\" \/><\/p>\n<p>After some initial shyness, the rabbits were also pleased to be fed. Even Adrian came into the rabbit coop and hand-fed them dandelion leaves.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/helen\/blog\/images\/Kullagarden_rabbit.jpg\" class=\"x6y4\" \/><\/p>\n<p>But the kids&#8217; absolute favourite was the Totte the Shetland pony. They went out riding (on horseback or in a cart) every morning.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/helen\/blog\/images\/Kullagarden_Adrian_riding.jpg\" class=\"x45y6\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/helen\/blog\/images\/Kullagarden_Ingrid_riding.jpg\" class=\"x45y6\" \/><\/p>\n<p>When the pony tired, they pulled the cart themselves.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/helen\/blog\/images\/Kullagarden_chariot_0.jpg\" class=\"x6y4\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/helen\/blog\/images\/Kullagarden_chariot_1.jpg\" class=\"x45y6\" \/><\/p>\n<p>We also took a walk along a nearby creek (Stj\u00e4rnorpsravinen).<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/helen\/blog\/images\/Kullagarden_forest_0.jpg\" class=\"x6y4\" \/><\/p>\n<p>It was a very varied walk with lots to do: there was mud to splash in, fallen trees to climb over and under, bridges to cross, sticks to throw in the water&#8230;<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/helen\/blog\/images\/Kullagarden_forest_1.jpg\" class=\"x6y4\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/helen\/blog\/images\/Kullagarden_forest_2.jpg\" class=\"x6y4\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Last week was Easter break at school. We all took the week off and had a mini-vacation at a farm. I had been longing for greenery and nature, and we also wanted the kids to see farm animals up close. 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