The end of livestock?

Cows graze in the mead­ow and chick­ens roost in the chick­en coop at night — any­one who has suc­cess­ful­ly com­plet­ed kinder­garten can tell you as much. But just as we have not always lived in our com­fy hous­es, the ances­tors of our farm ani­mals led their own lives on the grass­lands and in the forests …

Down the stream

The sur­face of the riv­er is con­stant­ly chang­ing. A small group of ducks rush­es along, float­ing in the stream. The water surges around the stones that pro­trude into the riv­er. With­in a few kilo­me­tres the water will reach the sea. We would like to make this trip with a canoe some time. But for now …

Shared pain

With the dog on a leash I walk along the bank of a small ditch. A majes­tic swan floats in the mid­dle of the water and eyes Maus sus­pi­cious­ly. A lit­tle fur­ther on a cat cross­es the street. We con­tin­ue and pass fresh green weep­ing wil­lows and a group of coots whose star­tled flut­ter makes …

To the north

With four hun­dred peo­ple aboard the plane hur­tles through the night. I try to find a posi­tion to sleep. If I lean too much to the right, my leg falls asleep, but when I sit up, I get cramps in my neck. My thoughts do not leave me alone. The news that we received a …

Agroecology

In the past few weeks we have been work­ing hard at our WWOOF loca­tion on Chiloé. Fred­dy has been har­vest­ing giant gar­lic, Ajo Chilote. These are sold in indi­vid­ual cloves, so the major task now is peel­ing them. Clos­er to the house, I sowed new let­tuce and chard. The work is almost hyp­not­ic; with each …

Shaken up

It’s our first morn­ing on Chiloé. We are halfway through our break­fast when my tea­spoon sud­den­ly starts danc­ing on its saucer. At the same time it seems like some­one is at bang­ing on the door. Sur­prised, we feel that the floor is shak­ing. It is only then that we real­ize the whole house is shak­ing. …