There's a Goat in the Greenhouse

Life on an Irish Farm

by Rhonda Lloyd Olorenshaw


Book Details

Share the 'Good Life' on an Irish Farm

What does 'Free Range' mean to you? To most people, it creates an image of happy hens, pecking around a sunny yard. To us it means, in the words of my Mother; "letting people do as they like".
She has stayed on our farms many times, and is always struck by the total lack of respect that many of our animals have for boundaries, fences, and their neighbors’' (and owners) right to space or privacy.

This comes from the fact that we treat all our animals as members of the family, and as such they all have a 'say' in what goes on. Some say more than others

Read about the trials of sharing a bathroom with a herd of goats and the small triumphs of, well, not always having to share the kitchen too.

This is the sometimes hilarious story of just a few of the characters that we have met over the years, especially the non-humans.

There were some who took advantage of our 'greenness' in playful ways, and some who were just plain wicked, and all of whom have greatly enriched our lives or taught us valuable lessons.


Book Excerpt

So there we were, sitting having a nice social chat, when suddenly, in charged the five kids, led by two month old Joker, who was by now about the size of a small dog, and without so much as a by-your-leave, he leapt up onto the kitchen table and stood proud, just as if he was being judged for Best In Show at some fancy venue. You could almost hear the fanfare.
“Look at me”, he said, his held high, “Amn’t I gorgeous?”
Betty was stunned. She’d never seen anything like it, and all conversation stopped as Joker put his head down and scoffed the piece of home-made Dundee cake that I had been about to scoff myself, then sprang off the table to join his litter mates who were galloping around what we pretentiously called the ‘library’ like a herd of small buffalo.
Chiz, who was on my lap at the time, was mortally offended, as she was partial to a slice of Dundee herself, and she took herself off to bed with her tail in the air.
“Kids in the kitchen indeed! Whatever next?” she muttered to herself as she strutted up the stairs to have a wash and leave her hair all over our bed.


About the Author

Rhonda Lloyd Olorenshaw

Rhonda now lives in Canada with her husband Carl, having emigrated in 2004. This book is the story of their ‘good life’ in Ireland in the 1990’s, where they tried to grow all their own food organically and reared all their livestock on old fashioned principles.

Today, they are life members of Rare Breeds Canada and are actively involved in the organization, keeping rare breeds of their own and ‘fostering’ some that belong to RBC.