13/01/2026
9/1/2026 📝
A reminder of how close we came to losing our farm.
The day began heavy. A catastrophic day declared. 40°C heat for the third day in a row, with damaging, unpredictable winds — a perfect recipe for disaster.
The animals were fed quickly. The rest of the team headed home under looming warnings, while three of us stayed back to do what we could to protect the farm, the animals, and the building.
We couldn’t leave the animals behind. They deserve the same chance to survive as we do. Staying to defend felt instinctive — fear didn’t cross our minds, only responsibility.
It came close.
Then, a shift in the wind changed everything — sparing our town and our land.
We were incredibly lucky. Walking the farm afterward, we found burnt leaves and embers scattered everywhere — each one a potential spark for another fire. It was a sobering reminder that even after the flames move on, the danger lingers.
So we kept working. Clearing dry leaves. Removing compost. Burying what we could deep into the ground, topping it with fresh manure, soaking it through. Installing new sprinklers to keep the land wet and protected.
We know we are at the mercy of forces far bigger than us — but this land, these animals, this place, are our responsibility.
We were spared that day. Grateful for the shift in wind, for protection, and for the chance to keep going.