<![CDATA[Butterbox Farm - Blog]]>Mon, 16 Oct 2023 21:21:24 +0100Weebly<![CDATA[Summer 2022 begins! New bull, new boar - its one for the boys!]]>Sun, 03 Jul 2022 23:00:00 GMThttp://butterboxfarm.co.uk/blog/summer-2022-begins-new-bull-new-boar-its-one-for-the-boysThe mowers are going, Gavin’s rocking those T-shirt and shorts tan lines, and we sold out of our first month of BBQ boxes in June. It is officially summer on Butterbox Farm! 

Summer is our favourite time of year on the farm. We LOVE having all of our cattle out grazing across the fields and being grass farmers, we enjoy making silage and hay. The weather this week is great for it, with the sun shining and we are effectively harvesting that sunshine when we grow and mow our grass. Our little boy William is a tractor fanatic (of course), so the big machinery turning up and working its way across the farm cutting and baling is beyond exciting!

The work load lightens up, as there is no bedding up and feeding in the barn, and we’ve finished lambing and calving. So now it’s routine stock checks, hauling bales back, and Pina Coladas on the patio. Maybe not quite, but there’s definitely a day or two like that across the summer months, well let’s hope!

Summer also means it’s time for us to take advantage of less work commitments and get away for a family holiday. And this one was our first trip away as a family of four! We opted for glamping in a pretty cool treehouse – built up into the trees on the hills of the Elan Valley in Wales. Our treehouse was set on a large sheep farm, because farmers love nothing more than escaping their own farm to holiday on someone else’s… What we didn’t realise was that we were literally living in the field of sheep, not too dissimilar to our set up at home. Within a day of being there, we had had lambs come racing up onto the decking to greet us in the hot tub, raid our brunch, knock over our game of giant Jenga and polish the sides of our car by having a good old itch up against it. If we didn’t spend enough time with the sheep in our treehouse, we definitely got well acquainted with them when we went exploring locally. We queued daily, waiting for the rural woolly traffic to amble across the main roads. We slammed the breaks on as lambs leapt from the roadside in front of our car, and even dodged the odd cow that was purposefully mooching up the main road. William gleefully demanded we stopped every time we saw a tractor mowing or baling a field – which was a lot. So a good break from the farm, but perhaps not a break from farms altogether…

Since coming home we have been busy making our own silage, which we bale for winter to feed for our Dexter cattle. This means that we don’t have to buy in any feed, and we are able to maintain their pasture only diet. Our Dexters have all calved now, so are out in various groups across the farm. At home we have little Huxley, our young bull, who is not so little anymore. We have rented or bought in our bulls in the past, but this time we bought in Huxley’s mother, in-calf with little Hux, by a bull unrelated to our own herd. She calved here and we have kept Hux ‘entire’ and have been growing him on ready to become the main man on the farm. This summer is his first working one! Which means that he has a small group of ladies to show him the ropes and keep him on his toes – quite literally! Hux can’t go out on the footpath so he is in a group near our house – some of you have met him already when you come to collect your boxes. He is very vocal now, bellowing loudly when people walk past the gate, probably shouting about how big is nose ring is. He throws his head down, leaps about and is generally acting the part perfectly. Time will tell if he has done the job properly, but he is certainly giving it his all!

In recent weeks we have also bought in some little boars to grow on to begin the Butterbox pork adventure. Winston (our breeding boy), and his pal Boris (company) are Saddlebacks, who are currently living the ultimate bachelor life up in the woods. They are exploring an extensive area, splashing in their pond, eating their way through the undergrowth and hurtling back every time they hear me clattering around with a feed bucket. The boys get some nuts every day to help them grow, and they also dig and root for bugs, and seem to be particularly partial to nettles. They are pretty remote in their new surroundings and I must admit that because of this I have not spent as much time with them as I have with the original group of 9 pigs that we have started with, who live at home. However, this is coming back to bite me, literally. Yesterday I went to feed Winston and Boris and was merrily chatting to a friend on my phone. Casually stood in the pen focused fully on my conversation, I was completely unaware of Boris, bored of waiting for his grub, lunging at my hand and giving it a good, hard chomp! This is the first time one of our pigs has properly bitten me, and I leapt across the pen so fast that I hurled myself into the electric fencing – another worse bite. So today I am spending a little extra time with them – giving them belly rubs, hanging out with them with no food involved, hoping that they will take a leaf out of the girl’s book and prefer a pat on the head over a wrestle and a biting match. This is especially crucial as when we collected them, the breeder allowed us to go in to meet her fully grown boar, aged 6 he stood as tall as my waist and was probably the length of my car. So if Winston chooses to not get along with us in the future, we will definitely come off worse! His companion Boris is spending the summer and winter with him until Winston is ready to join the girls. And then we will need to find him a new home, which some of you have already volunteered to help with..! Poor Boris – but the general consensus seems to be – he needs to leave.

The rest of the pigs leave the pen by our house this week, to move up to a big pen of their own in the woods. I am so excited to watch them clear it, and to be able to move them across the overgrown and unused areas of our woodland to restore it and allow them to improve the biodiversity by simply doing what pigs do best! Dolly and Rosie (pictured below), our girls for breeding will stay at home with us for the summer, but will head up to the woods once the others have left. This will give us a chance to rest our paddock at home over the Winter, and give the girls a change of scenery.

July also sees us selling our second round of BBQ boxes. This month the boxes will contain a mixture of our all grass fed Dexter beef and lamb (no Boris available for this summer unfortunately), and the boxes will be approx 5kg. Beef burgers, minted lamb burgers, beef koftes, lamb koftes, minted lamb chops and lamb chipolatas. We will also have our 5kg and 10kg mixed Dexter beef boxes available too!
I hope that you are having a wonderful start to your summer! And we will look forward to seeing you soon.
All the best,
Holly and the team at Butterbox
<![CDATA[Spring 2022]]>Fri, 18 Feb 2022 13:25:54 GMThttp://butterboxfarm.co.uk/blog/spring-2022Happy new year from all of us at Butterbox Farm! And there IS one more of us on the farm now as we welcomed little Oliver, born on Bonfire night last year, a month early.
4am on the morning of Bonfire night, Gavin was searching the house frantically for a clean pair of jeans that he could wear to the hospital. I threw together an overnight bag, washed my hair and then spent double the time scrubbing cow muck off Gavs only smart pair of shoes, eager to be semi respectable for our arrival at the hospital. Pretty sure, and I’d like to hope that this is a unique labour experience. Once we had scrubbed the farm off, we were ready, and delighted to go and have our little baby boy!
Bringing Oliver home to the farm earlier than planned was lovely as we had more time before Christmas to get settled into life as a family of four. But we did leave farm manager Peter solo and slightly in the lurch with a list of ‘before the baby comes’ jobs - such as bring the cows in for winter, straw the barn up etc. All important things that we had scheduled in with PLENTY of time before the baby was due…sorry boss!

The following week we were back to boxing up and dishing out beef. On behalf of our small team at Butterbox, we want to thank everyone who came and bought a beef or lamb box from us last year. We met so many of our neighbours and local community which has been fantastic, and it’s so wonderful for us to be able to sell all of our grass fed beef and lamb directly from the farm with minimal food miles! We are so grateful for your support in our endeavours to farm sustainably, and it means that we are able to look to do even more in the future. Farming has taken a hard hit the past year, getting a lot of bad press in relation to climate change and the environment. It’s so important to us that our customers can come and see the way that we farm and chat to us about it, so that they can see the benefits of grass farming and of buying your meat from small regenerative local farms. British agriculture can boast some of the most sustainable and high welfare farming practices in the world, and it has never been more important to back our British farms! It was great to chat to so many of you who were keen to know where your meat comes from and interested in learning about our farming practices. Many people had watched Clarkson’s Farm, and were keen to chat about farming and were so positive about it. Gavin (big Top gear fan) was excited to watch the series, and William (aged 2.5, big tractor fan) was keen to get in on the action and watch in his daddy’s lunch break. Well, if you haven’t seen it yet, for every tractor you get to see on Clarkson’s farm, he also drops the F-bomb about three times. We got two episodes in and realised we had to stop William watching it after he backed his toy tractor down our patio steps into the flower border and shouted a loud profanity in reference to jack-knifing his trailer. Thanks Clarkson! Five months later we can safely say he has not thrown any curse words around since we finished the series. It’s strictly Paw Patrol in the lunch break now!

Currently on the farm we are doing winter routines. This involves feeding the cattle our home-grown silage from bales that we make from our cut grass in the summer. We put silage out in front of our cows twice a day which keeps them full and very happy. We also throw fresh straw about in the pens every morning so that they are clean and warm. William loves to get up and help daddy do the cows in the morning. We had however got used to our morning routines being a relatively toddler-friendly walk across the fields to check the cows. Wellies and a jacket had been sufficient for a long time. The problem with taking a toddler into the barn for morning routines is that there are a lot of cows in a smaller area, which means a lot of poo in a smaller area too. Your toddler tripping over in the field is always a little concerning, has he hit a cow pat? Are his trousers still clean? But when he takes a tumble in the cow shed…yeah, its head to toe covered in the stuff, guaranteed! Luckily for us, he loves it, our washing machine less so!

We are now gearing up for lambing time. We lamb indoors for a variety of reasons, to protect our lambs from exposure to the elements, to aid mothering up between the ewe and the lamb, to protect from foxes, and to enable us to be on hand if our sheep need any assistance. Prepping for lambing involves building big pens for the sheep to be fed in and to give birth in, as well as individual pens for the new mothers to be moved into with their lambs. We scrub up the feed and water buckets, put up hay racks, and prep all the equipment that we may need - gloves, lube, bottles and milk powder. Finally, it’s time to pressure wash off the lambing shed kitchen. Only Pete and Gavin are brave enough to eat or drink anything that comes out of that dusty cave in the corner of the barn. Casually rinsing off a mug, thick with a year worth of dust and cobwebs, Pete shakes last year’s Nescafe jar which has solidified over the past ten months. Tins of ‘treats’ adorn the worktop, will you get a freshly baked sausage roll? Will you pull out one of last year’s choc chip muffins? I’ve seen Gavin eat questionable items, unable to confirm if it’s from the current spring or lambing 2015. Finally, if you do brave a hot drink, I’d recommend taking it black. When milk supplies run low, it is not uncommon for Pete to top the tea up with mixed up lamb milk. The boys won’t be winning any awards with their guests for their food and hot drinks - quality or presentation. But, it is always service with a smile in the Butterbox lambing shed!

We begin lambing at the end of March. The general rule of thumb is that if you put your rams in on Bonfire night, you will get your first lamb on April 1st. We were a little busy on Bonfire night last year, but luckily those rams had gone in the week before. We are also expecting our calves next month. We had a lovely surprise this weekend when Gavin went to feed and bed up the cows and found a little heifer calf, born three weeks earlier than expected. He checked that the calf and mother were doing well and continued his work in the shed, when shortly after he noticed she had begun to push again. Calf number two was coming out backward, so Gavin intervened and helped to get her out. This is the second pair of Dexter twins we have ever had on Butterbox Farm as it is quite rare! But mum and the little dynamic duo are doing really well and we are hopeful that she will rear them both herself. Being Dexters, the calves are always really small. But being Dexter twins – these two are no bigger than our little terrier!
This spring we are hoping to offer our customers the opportunity to come and visit the lambing shed, see the lambs and hopefully get to see some being born. If you have had a meat box from us in the past year, and are keen to come and see us for some lambing in April then keep an eye on your inbox. I will be getting in touch soon…!
Wishing you all a happy February!
Holly & the team at Butterbox Farm.
<![CDATA[The cow with 9 lives...]]>Tue, 11 May 2021 15:48:44 GMThttp://butterboxfarm.co.uk/blog/the-cow-with-9-livesWahey! Lambing is over and we really are celebrating this one because it did drag on somewhat this year…! We had one ewe who just would not lamb. We waited and we waited. Pete continued to pop up to the shed at midnight every night and Gavin still got up to the shed at 5am every morning to check the old lonely lamber! Needless to say, its tolerable when you are checking 200, even when you are checking 20, but a week of checking just the one and everyone was getting pretty fed up of waiting on ‘Betty’ to give up the little woolly goods..!
When a sheep lambs later than the rest of the flock like this it is because she did not get ‘caught’ by the ram in her first heat cycle, and in fact she must have been the only one to be had at the very, very end of the second heat cycle. I am not sure what was keeping her so occupied in the weeks before this, but she clearly kept old Terry the Texel ram dutifully courting her before the big day..!
Eventually Betty had her lamb, hooray for that, out to the field with them and that is lambing 2021 done and dusted! Hang up the arm length gloves, crack open the beers and let’s crawl out of the dark dusty lambing shed because rumour has it, it’s Spring outside! All joking aside, it was a really great season for us this year, with lots of healthy lambs born and really great results.

At Butterbox Farm we lamb indoors; we have lambed outside previously but in recent years we have chosen to come into the barn to minimise losses from the weather and from foxes and other predators on the farm. Lambing indoors enables us to ensure that the bond between the ewe and her lambs is strong before they are turned out to the field. We can also observe that the lamb has had a good initial feed of colostrum (the first milk feed from mum) when they are born which is crucial in their survival and building strength and immunity in the coming weeks.

So, what does a day in our lambing shed look like? Well, it’s pretty glamorous as I am sure you can imagine, I’ll give you the run down…

Gavin and Pete split the night checks so that the sheep are always closely monitored and this in turn avoids any mismothering. Mismothering can be great fun in the lambing shed – imagine three sheep lamb at the same time, they move around, mix their lambs up and when you arrive bleary eyed at 4am ready to move them into a pen with their lambs it goes a bit like this: “Umm, whose is whose ladies?”
They stare at you blankly.
Just to add to the already riveting 4am fun, sometimes a sheep who has yet to lamb will pinch the lambs from one who has just had hers. This is what some people call a nanny sheep. Pete has lots of other names for these sheep, but I won’t write them here. So, basically for ease of management and to ensure that the right lambs get penned with the right mothers and that everyone gets some milk, we check them regularly, and get them penned early.

The morning routines in the lambing shed begin at half past seven. We feed all the ewes some concentrate; this is the only time on the farm that we feed a supplement and it is to enable them to maintain condition over lambing and to help with milk supply. The rations are calculated dependant on how many lambs each ewe is carrying (we have them scanned prior to lambing), and they are grouped in big pens accordingly – singles, twins, triplets and more…This year we had a ewe who had five; this is quite rare, and not desirable! The ewes get a big handful of our homegrown hay and fresh straw in their pens. Finally, we scrub up and refresh all their water buckets. Once the sheep are fed and watered and any fresh lambs penned then it is time to do the cattle. The Dexters are housed for the Winter and fed our homegrown hay and silage. Each morning and evening they get fresh feed, and every other morning they get fresh straw for bedding. Generally, after this it is coffee break time, but there’s not a lot of time to stand around and drink it so we have the thermos flasks out at this time of year and it’s a cappuccino to go as we head back to the lambing shed.

In the morning someone heads out to check the ewes and lambs who have already been turned out. The ewes have a few weeks supplementary feeding in the fields and as they line up for their feed, we can count them all and count their lambs. This is a great opportunity to observe that everyone is feeding properly, that their udders look healthy and that all the lambs are spritely and well. Back in the lambing shed the individual pens are turned out into a larger pen, by now the ewe is well bonded to her lambs and they can mix again in a larger group before heading out to the field. We can hold them in these indoor pens if the weather is particularly poor or if the lambs are smaller than average and we think that they need a few more days before they head out onto the farm. Throughout the day we are continuously moving freshly born lambs and their mothers into the individual pens.

It seems crazy that a whole year has passed since we were propping our baby William up against a straw bale and he was grabbing wildly at the little lambs and gurgling in glee as they tried to nibble his dribble bib. This year he was a proper little farmer in the making, quickly grasping the routine and proving to be quite the little helper. He soon established that the sheep feed was carefully prepared in buckets with the red plastic scoop. There’s a lot of sheep to feed each morning and evening, a lot of buckets, and just the one scoop…Needless to say, Pete soon grew tired of asking us politely if we knew what William had done with said scoop, but it turned up eventually most days! When we weren’t looking for the scoop, we were hooking sheep pellets out of Williams mouth – “that is NOT food for you!” I despaired. (By the way when I refer to sheep pellets, I do mean the sheep feed, not the other pellets, although he has attempted to eat plenty of those over lambing as well - give me strength!)
What he may have lacked in value feeding the sheep, William certainly made up for when it came to filling their water buckets. Day one in the shed he watched us fill each bucket from the trough. Day two he got stuck in, he grabbed a little pail and began sloshing water out of the trough and into the buckets, it was quite helpful, albeit messy. Day three he was delighted to learn that he could pick the small bucket filled with water up, and he could throw it at various passers-by! Oh, day three was a fun day. Incidentally, there was not a day four, we left each morning before it was time to do the water.

Back at home we have begun landscaping our garden. Those that have visited recently will know that it has not had any lawn on it for a while (we have now got our grass seed on), so we were excited to buy some plants for our patio borders and begin to get a bit of colour in the garden. We are fortunate that although we do not currently have a lawn to look at, we do have a field just beyond our garden fence. And because it is the field just beyond our garden fence, we decided to graze it with some of our rare breed sheep – I am biased, but they are rather pretty. This was seemingly Idyllic, and William really enjoyed having them so close to home. However, apparently the grass IS always greener on the other side, (ironic I know because we have no grass) and we began to have a rogue sheep test the boundary fence between field and garden. First one of our Black Welsh mountain ewes crept in, she delighted in eating my new climbing rose and pruning our new and establishing fruit trees. We shooed her back into the field and patched the fence but the next day she was back (how was she doing this?) and this time she had her two lambs in tow. We decided to move the rare breed gang further afield before she spread the word to the others, and they all decided to dine in our garden before we have even had the chance to do so this Spring!

Following that bit of rain that we had last week we are finally seeing our grass start to grow. The frosty nights have held things up a bit until now, but fingers crossed the grazing season is upon us, and our lawn might catch up too! There are lots of clever and technical ways of measuring grass growth on farms these days. Lots of farms carry out different techniques and use of software to assess when they should be grazing paddocks, for how long and with how many head of cattle. Last year we implemented a particularly modern and new technical approach on the farm to assessing our grass growth and this took the form of Williams off road pushchair. If it goes over the ground easy, hold the cows up, it’s not quite grazing time. When I start to feel a bit of resistance, we know that we are well on the way, another week of sunshine should do the trick. And when the wheels get jammed, and I begin huffing and puffing trying to get that pram across the pasture then Hallelujah its cow time! This week I am starting to struggle with the pushchair and so we are aiming for a turn out before the weekend. We have a few calves to wean before turning out day and we have a few holes in fences to patch before we can open the barn doors and let them loose (those Dexters can fit through some small holes and our fruit trees really would not survive that!), but it’s gearing up to be our favourite week of the year! There is nothing quite like getting the cattle out for the Summer!

This leads me to make an almost sad (bear with) confession about the eldest member of our Dexter herd, dear old Maple! Truth is we have been a bit soft where Maple is concerned. She is our eldest cow, having recently reached twenty years of age, and she has always been a wonderful cow on the farm. She has given us lots of calves and has probably contributed to a lot of our breeding herd that remain here today, growing old alongside her daughters and granddaughters. She was one of the original girls that Pat and John bought down from Yorkshire when they began the Butterbox dexter herd and she has always been a pleasure to have on the farm. A couple of years ago we decided to retire her, she had more than done her bit for us, so we kept her on as a pet cow in the herd, knowing that we wanted her to live out her days here on the farm until she was no longer comfortable. The past few weeks Maple had begun to lack the spirit that we were so used to expecting from her every day. She no longer rushed over to join the other cattle for her silage, preferring to hang back and eat an armful that Gavin would drop next to her instead. She had stopped moving about in the shed and we were beginning to worry that she was in pain or would not be able to hold her own amongst the rest of the herd. It was with heavy hearts that we made the decision to have Maple put to sleep here on the farm. We made the phone call and we felt really low when we finished work that day. The following morning, we went in to feed the cattle and Gavin grabbed a halter from the barn and slipped it over her head. Maple, being one of our oldest show girls and knowing the drill, lifted her head and slowly got up. We wanted to lead her outside, we had a couple of hours left with her and he wanted her last morning on the farm to be spent outside in the field with some sun on her back. Gav led her to the gate and opened it up. She stepped slowly outside and let him lead her over to the grass. Well, Dexters are renowned for a fair bit of attitude, small but feisty, and I can now safely assure you that this does not diminish with age. Maple let out a bellowing roar. She hauled herself free of her halter and made a dash for the driveway gates. I am not sure who was more shocked, Gavin who was tripping over himself trying to shut the gates in the yard, or Maple who it seemed had just remembered she could run after a long Winter in the shed! She bucked, kicked, roared, and charged across our driveway, stopping momentarily to grab a mouthful of grass, hurtling back to the shed to taunt the others and then back across to playfully push and rub against Gav. Nobody said anything for a moment, letting her settle down to cheerfully graze the grass outside the shed, looking quite content with herself and her newfound freedom. Gavin promptly made the ‘thank you, but we will no longer be requiring your services today’ phone call, and it was confirmed that Maple would be seeing out another Summer with us here on the farm! We are all thrilled with our cow with nine lives!

We hope that you are all keeping well and that you are enjoying returning to some normality now that the lockdown restrictions are beginning to lift. We are excited to see lots of you again soon when we do our BBQ boxes this Summer, it will be great to catch up and we will have our Dexters out nearby for you to visit when you come by, please do come and give Maple a pat on the back, she deserves it! We also have a few pet lambs this year that William is bottle rearing and some piglets in the woodland opposite the barn, which he is keen to show off to anyone that will stop to meet them. So, until then, have a great month and we look forward to catching up soon!
Holly, and the team at Butterbox!  

<![CDATA[Another lockdown, another farm blog...! 2021, here we go!]]>Fri, 19 Feb 2021 19:39:53 GMThttp://butterboxfarm.co.uk/blog/another-lockdown-another-farm-blog-2021-here-we-goAs I sit writing this blog, I’m struggling to believe that it’s been a whole year since I last updated you with life at Butterbox Farm! It was March 2020 and we’d just entered lockdown (part 1!) what a surreal month that was. I fully intended to update you with the goings on at Butterbox monthly, but, as for so many, life had other ideas and 2020 disappeared in a blur of animals, kids and covid news!

When I wrote our last blog, we’d started lambing on the farm and the distinct lack of visitors and subsequent lack of baked and edible goodies had my husband Gavin and our farm manager Peter sulking and feigning famished exhaustion in the corner of the lambing shed. Our baby, William, was just six months old and I was still able to strap him to my front in the baby sling and head out for lovely long walks on the farm whilst Gavin worked those long hours. The lambs came thick and fast and as the sun shone and the days stretched out, we were pretty content in our lockdown farm bubble. Soon into the lockdown, local businesses started offering takeaway cakes and afternoon teas, which I can honestly say probably saved morale over lambing time!

It was tranquil and relaxing. I wrote a long list of chores that I wanted to achieve in the extra time spent at home; deep cleaning, sorting bags of clothes for charity, tidying up the garden and cleaning out the drawers that Gavin empties his pockets into at the end of each week. Surely we wouldn’t need these old screws, keyless padlocks, broken sheep ear tags, Allen keys and baling twine? Is ‘saving’ these pocket treasures a man thing or a farmer thing?!

Finally, on my list was to write the farm blog, a regular and fun update for all of our friends and family about what we do each month on Butterbox Farm… ‘Won’t I be productive’, I thought as lockdown loomed ahead.
The best laid plans and all that…Two weeks into lockdown, William learnt to crawl! My sweet little baby who’d cooed and gurgled quietly from the spot that I’d left him in (boy, did I take that for granted) was suddenly mobile! And so began an entirely different lockdown experience.

Before long he’d crawled out of our house and across our driveway in hot pursuit of the tractor (still a favourite hobby of his, except now he can army crawl, run and use his ninja skills to escape and chase it). He began beating our aged and once tolerant Terrier with any object that he could fashion into a weapon. He cleared my entire spice rack of spices, ate a large handful of Cardamon Pods and fed said Terrier a jar of Chinese 5 Spice. This did actually temporarily bolster their relationship, built some trust and also made a rather exotic improvement to her otherwise rancid breath.

The moment of realisation really hit when William began grabbing the screws, padlocks and other farm treasures aggressively from me as I attempted to clear another of Gavs kitchen drawer stashes. As he waved the dangerous and not child-proof items proudly above his head I grabbed the whole lot, shoved it all back in the drawer and decided perhaps it was best left there after-all. I promptly chucked my ‘lockdown To-Do’ list away.
I must admit, last week, whilst attempting to put together a toddler scooter I practically jumped for joy when I found a tiny Allen key buried in one of the drawers…. Don’t tell Gavin!

A year on and we have a walking, shouting, trouble making toddler and we’re having more fun than I’d ever imagined!

On the farm we’ve had a really exciting year. We sold our herd of Sussex Cattle, which was a hard decision but we really wanted to embrace growing our herd of Dexters. We wanted to focus solely on selling directly to our local community, reducing food miles and engaging our customers with where their food has come from and ensuring that it has been sustainably produced. We were lucky enough to have the opportunity to purchase some fantastic breeding stock to increase our herd, and this year we are putting more Dexters to the bull than we have ever done before. This is really exciting for us as we are really passionate about our little Dexters, supporting rarebreeds and producing high quality, all grass-fed meat which doesn’t have to have a compromising effect on our planet!

We have been calving the past few months, and welcomed lots of new Dexters to the farm. It won’t be long before they really get to stretch their legs and we will be opening up the barn doors for turn out. Just waiting for some sunshine to dry up the farm and grow some more grass and we will be out for the summer which is exciting. Those of you that walk our footpaths will know that it has been pretty muddy of late! Lambing prep is well underway, the shed is clear and ready for some new arrivals, and our flock have been scanned and grouped accordingly. We bring our ewes that are expecting twins and triplets (we also had one quin scanned!) indoors early so that we can give them some extra feed to support them before lambing.

Unfortunately due to Covid restrictions it is looking like we will be unable to welcome visitors to the lambing shed again this year, however we have so enjoyed meeting and befriending new customers the past year when they have collected their meat boxes and it has been great to be able to get to you know you all, albeit from a distance!

We love meeting you all and we are always so pleased to introduce our livestock and show you what we do. In today’s society, it is so easy to become disconnected from the food that we eat and it’s source and see connecting with our customers to inform them of our farming practices, a really important part of our job. Moving forward, we really look forward to increasing our stock and being able to supply more of our community and hopefully as we ease out of lockdown we will be able to welcome more families to arrange to visit us and learn where their beef and lamb comes from!
Meat box collection day, when you collect your beef and lamb is one of our highlights of the month so thank you so much for all your support.

So here we are again, March is just a few weeks away and we are gearing up for lambing again! Excitingly, William has discovered the joy of ‘helping’ Daddy on the farm! ‘Tractors, dig-digs, baa-baas, moos and Peeeete’ are just a few of the delights that he sees while he’s out and about. So here I am, enjoying an unheard of ‘hot’ coffee at 9am in the peace and quiet and finally, I’m able to write another blog! It’s Gavin’s turn now to marvel at how fast his little legs can carry him, how quickly he can find the most dangerous tools and eat the most disgusting things all while your back is turned for less than a minute!

Now, my favourite part of the day is watching the boys get their boiler suits and boots on every morning to head off to check the cattle and the sheep, the ultimate farming dream team… I don’t want to sound overly optimistic but with this new found child-free time perhaps I can get our kitchen drawers emptied of the screws, padlocks, string and Allen keys before William is old enough to start coming home and contributing with his own pocket clutter!
Wishing you all a safe and happy Spring, and I look forward to writing a full report of our lambing adventures this year as no doubt William will be busy working away in the lambing shed and I may get plenty of chances to sit, drink hot coffee and write!

Take care and stay safe,

<![CDATA[Our First Butterbox Blog]]>Fri, 24 Apr 2020 23:00:00 GMThttp://butterboxfarm.co.uk/blog/is-this-how-you-blogIt's nearly the end of the month and here at Butterbox Farm April has passed in a blur of lambing, late nights and of course lockdown!
Welcome to the Butterbox Farm blog and let me start with a quick introduction; Peter and Gavin run the farm here at Butterbox, two farmers whose passion for the health and welfare of the animals, along with the consequent meat that they produce is impeccable and inspiring. As Gavin's wife, Holly, I have had the pleasure and privilege of moving to the farm with him since we were married last December. Having been a dairy farmer in my working life, up until our son William was born 8 months ago, I am no stranger to farming life. Like the team at Butterbox Farm, I really believe in the power of rearing animals on pasture! Since hanging up my milking apron, I spend a lot of time out on the farm walking our two dogs, showing William the animals and of course doing the dutiful farmers wife bit and reporting any escaped sheep to Pete and Gavin. More recently I have taken over the farms social media and am going to be taking over the meat box admin so that when you place your orders for your fresh, grass-fed beef and lamb, its me that you will be dealing with. I look forward to chatting to you all, and hopefully meeting you properly when you collect your meat boxes.

At Butterbox farm, all of the livestock spend majority of the year outside eating nothing but the green stuff. In the winter, the cattle are housed in barns where they eat home grown silage and hay made here on the farm. No additives, no preservatives and no artificial means used to grow the animals – all natural! This pasture-based diet is really beneficial to the quality and taste of the end product but also to the happiness of the animal whilst it is on the farm. They enjoy a lazy life, grazing rolling fields, never hurried or pushed, simply allowed to finish in their own time. Our livestock are relaxed and happy. The meat that is produced is high in iron to give us energy, zinc to support our immune systems and B-vitamins to help us think straight. Grass fed meat is also lower in saturated fats and is a much healthier option for our diet. 

So, a bit about the farmers that produce these quality grass-fed beef and lamb boxes here at Butterbox Farm. Peter manages the farm and has a lifetime of experience having been born and raised in the industry. He grew up on his family farm less than 20 miles away and has worked in and out of the industry his whole life. He has a wealth of knowledge. Gavin, is a Haywards Heath boy born and bred, and was employed by the farm initially to do some gardening. Gradually he was hauled in a few extra days a week to help with the cattle and the sheep and now, twelve years on he is a superb stock-man and manages more grazing than he does lawn-mowing. Peter and Gavin have had a pretty busy month recently as they are calving the pedigree herd of Dexter cows and they are also lambing their flock of 300 ewes, which have yielded around 500 lambs this year.
It has been a slightly different lambing for Gavin and Pete this year as they couldn’t invite any visitors into the lambing shed. As Pete troubled over how he would miss feeding the bottle lambs with his grandchildren, and how he would have to let down the keen vet students who normally stay at the farm to help out over lambing, it was Gavin who raised the most alarming concern to face the farm yet…Would they have to go without the generous array of baked goods that the visitors who frequent the lambing shed usually provide?
The answer – a cold, hard and cake-less yes!

As a result of this lockdown hardship Pete is now sporting a one and a half stone weight loss, which is half a stone more than he normally shifts over a lambing season. It also transpires that Gavins mood is wholly reliant on the amount of cake he has consumed at his morning coffee break. Needless to say, it is probably for the best that he hasn’t had to interact with the public this season.

In the absence of visitors, we decided to produce a series of short, informative clips about what was going on in the lambing shed at Butterbox Farm. To our surprised delight, we received over 10,000 views in the first day. Pete has realised he has hidden potential as a farming Vlogger and Gavin has realised he says “basically” about three times in every sentence - cue many, many retakes until Gavin kept his “basicallys” to a respectable amount. By this stage we determined he was starting to behave like, basically, a bit of a diva and to restore normality we had to ditch the video camera and go back to some plain old fashioned farming. Keep an eye out for more 'life on the farm' videos on our Facebook page in the future. Not such a hardship though, being a farmer this month, because what a beautiful month it has been. The sun is shining and there’s adorable lambs frolicking on the farm. But wait, this is a farming blog and I haven't actually moaned about the weather yet...So, if only now we could get some rain so that the bloody grass will grow! (Sorry, its legit a farming blog now).

Gavin and Pete have finished lambing now and the next job is to turn all of the cattle out for the grazing season. I will endeavour to hang about enthusiastically, waiting to spring out and capture this on camera for the Facebook page. In the meantime, we are taking orders for our popular Hogget boxes, the next availability is for the end of May. A Hogget is simply a lamb, which has been kept for an extra few months grazing. This enhances the flavour of the meat and you also get a larger meat box! Drop us an email at meatsales@butterboxfarm.co.uk if you have any questions or wish to place an order. Otherwise, please give us a like on our Facebook page and we can keep in touch.

We hope you are all safe and well,  and we look forward to catching up when we can.

All the best,

Holly and the team at Butterbox Farm