The Farming Collective

20/04/2026

Quick guide to beef cuts and what there used for:

For roasting (tender, prime cuts):

* Rib (ribeye / fore rib)
* Sirloin
* Fillet

For steaks (quick cooking):

* Rump
* Sirloin
* Ribeye
* Fillet

For slow cooking (tougher but flavourful):

* Chuck (braising steak)
* Brisket
* Shin
* Skirt

For mince / burgers:

* Chuck
* Flank
* Trimmings from various cuts

For stews and casseroles:

* Shin
* Chuck
* Blade

18/04/2026

The river does not judge. It simply reflects—strength, gentleness, curiosity—all carried in the quiet presence of the horses. And as the breeze stirs and the surface breaks, their mirrored selves drift apart, leaving only the real, solid rhythm of hooves and the hush of flowing water behind them.

17/04/2026

Soft as clouds on morning air,
Spring lambs dance without a care,
Tiny hooves on emerald ground,
Leaping high, then spinning round.

Sunlight warms their wool so new,
Dappled gold with drops of dew,
Tails that flick and ears that twitch,
Life renewed in every pitch.

Close by stands the watchful ewe,
Calling low a tender “mew,”
While her lamb, so full of cheer,
Bounds away, then lingers near.

Fields once quiet, still, and bare,
Now hold laughter everywhere,
For in each joyful, playful prance,
Spring itself begins to dance.

16/04/2026

After months of quiet, low-roofed days,
Of silage breath and dim-lit haze,
They gather now at the creaking gate,
Hooves shifting soft, as they watch and wait.

A latch clicks loose—then open wide,
And out they pour in a thundering tide,
Kicking and leaping, tails held high,
Greeting the sun and the open sky.

The grass is sweet, the air is new,
A world reborn in shining dew,
They toss their heads, they race, they run,
Drunk on the warmth of springtime sun.

Old bones forget the winter’s stay,
As joy takes hold in a reckless way,
A buck, a twist, a playful charge—
The quiet herd now wild and large.

Then slowly, softly, calm returns,
As each one grazes, chews, and learns
That fields once lost are theirs once more,
A gift of green from shore to shore.

And in their peace, so deep, so true,
Lies something simple, old, and new—
A farmer smiles, leans on the gate,
And knows this moment was worth the wait.

16/04/2026