Your 100 Word Challenge this week is to write 100 words – no more, no less – based on the prompt:
Farm Life
This is inspired by our wonderful trip to Wick Court last week, but as always you can interpret this how you wish!
Perhaps you’d like to share some favourite memories of our time on the farm? Or could you link this to the challenges faced by British farmers today, or our reading in class of Michael Morpurgo’s ‘Out of the Ashes’, about the foot and mouth crisis?
Daily…
‘Cock-a-doodle-doo! Your tummy begins to rumble. Breakfast. Run! Scoop some feed into a bucket. Dash around. Put it here and there. Run back for more. Next. Sizzle sizzle. Lunch is ready. You sit down and tuck in. You decide that you’re moving the sheep that afternoon. You wash up and leave. Yes, and you do get going, fast. You jump on the quad bike, whistle to your sheepdog and drive off. You herd the sheep by relentlessly shouting commands to the canine. Somehow you manage to move them to fresh grass. Back speedily. Eat. Sleep. Repeat. Somehow, it’s endless.
On The Farm
“Hello, hello” whispered Joe, “Hi Joe, it’s Aaron I’ve been awake for ages”. Once again I’m getting woken up by my dorm, but just then Coach Martin walk into the room and turns on the light, most of us were dreading for that, but I was up and go-getting ready. Once again I come out and only the teachers are there, but that doesn’t bother me. We head down to the parlour, when everyone is here. Miss Thomson reads out what we’re doing before breakfast, group one house work, group two animal feeding. I shout out YES!
Arrive by the coach
Unpack your things
Do task number 1
At Wick Court
Get up early
Have yummy food
Oldbury
At Wick Court
Hear the birds sing
Miss Frood arrives
Sunday walk
At Wick Court
Stable yard feeding
Cleaning out the geese house
Black Berry vs Iphone
At Wick Court
Beekeeping
Bird watching
Pig weighing
At Wick Court
Cooking pizza
Apple juice making
Egg farm
At Wick Court
Make things out of clay
Listen to the story
Make a mini garden
At Wick Court
Thank you to Wick Court
Life on the farm
We just arrived at Wick Court Farm.
Luggage in the dorm
Water proofs on
Greet farmer Dave
Mel Heather and John
Feed the animals time!
Feed horses hay
Feed chickens grains
Feed pigs and sow
Feed and milk the cow
Into showers
Smell like flowers
Drink hot choc
And sleep like a log
Wake up early
At seven thirty
Dress up warm
Chilly Dorm
Breakfast here everybody cheer
Out to play on a sunny day
Walk to the egg farm
Hold a chicken on my arm
Sort eggs before it has legs
Shake apples off the trees
Next duty is BEEZzz…
By Maya
“Mum!” he cried as an enormous alien picked him up. He took what would be his last look at his family as the monster carried him away. The strange creature placed him clumsily in an untidy pen and mumbled, ” You’ll make good bacon one day, pen two.”
The young pig was quickly thrown out of his haze when a gaggle of shrieking, small creatures approached him. One grasped him by his ear and pushed him into a crate. The big monster smiled and took him back to his dreary prison. This was his life now. But for how long?
Early starts, foggy mornings, rainy afternoons, chilly evenings. Happy moments, exciting times, long walks, hearty meals…
Life on the farm.
Apple pressing, bee keeping, bird watching, food weighing, animal feeding, pizza making…
Life on the farm.
The rustling of the leaves, the falling of the apples,
the crowing of the cockerels, the squealing of the piglets,
the grunting of the sows, the buzzing of the bees
the moaning of the cows, the yelling of the sheep.
The banging of the buckets, the pattering of the rain,
the clanging of the gates, the howling of the wind…
Life on the farm.
Farm Life
The call of the rooster
The jostle of the pigs
The shout of the farmer
The smell of the dragon
The grunt of the cows
The shout of the farmer
The whisper of the wind
The tap of the rain
The shout of the farmer
The cream of the porridge
The sizzle of the bacon
The shout of the farmer
The cry of the chickens
The warmth of the eggs
The shout of the farmer
Molly’s plush wool
The warmth of her tongue
The shout of the farmer
Silent dorms
Patter of feet
The shout of the teacher
Life on the farm is…,
Super fun, never boring,
It’s brilliant but…,
Unfortunately…,
It’s tiring, hardworking,
It’s super hard but…,
Fortunately it’s…,
Cute animals, fun times
Its super cool and,
As she had no teeth,
We fed Molly the sheep toast,
She was super cute,
We had a disco,
It seemed very late, it was,
Only half past eight,
As Halloweens soon,
I am going to say this,
Meals were fangtastic,
I’m sad to say this,
Sadly we left after that,
We left wanting more,
One thing I can say is,
One thing, it was mind blowing,
It was fabulous!
This is a Haiku!
We arrived at Wick Court and we met Heather. They guided us to the kitchen and gave us massive scones with cream and jam! They said we didn’t have to do any jobs on the trip (we’re fine with that) they gave us more scones! That night I heard one the staff talking – talking about a plan to fatten us and eat us! And the next day it was true we were locked in the pig sty and they ate Coach Martin first, than Issie! We were all very scared. At the end of the day we were all dead!
I wake up every morning
Feeling ready
Feeling awake
Feeling excited for the day ahead
We work
We try
We don’t give up
It’s smelly
It’s hard
It’s exhausting
But it’s FUN
We work as a team
Until everything is done
We feed the pigs
We feed the cows
We feed the horses
We feed the sheep
Every one gets fed including us
When all the work is over
And it starts to get darker
We chill
I get ready for bed
I don’t forget to brush my teeth
This poem is dedicated to Wick Court
Thank you, Wick Court
Farm Life
The Good, The Bad and The Ugly.
The good
Home made pizza,weighing the pigs and seeing the ten piglets and the horses (I really liked the one who looked like Joey from ‘War Horse’).
The Bad
I didn’t find the time to read my book (but it’s ok because I wasn’t enjoying it anyway).
Early mornings feeding the animals made me really, really hungry.
The Ugly
Seeing a cow’s attached umbilical cord at Oldbury dairy farm.
Clearing out the horses’ manure.
I really didn’t enjoy ‘The Dragon’ it smelt foul and looked looked like the worst sick.
Farm life
Life on a farm is hard. You have to get up early in the morning to do jobs. But after breakfast the jobs get harder like cleaning the stables and walking a long distance just to see if the sheep have mated. Then the jobs get harder and harder and it goes on, on and on. The only good job is housework because you don’t have to do much. Even the bulls aren’t very interesting, all they do is stare at you just when you have a bucket of food. Life on a farm is much harder than you think.
I woke up to the clamour of squawking and neighing. Farm living, what a noise!
First job of the day, apple pressing. I was dropping the fruit into the presser when I glimpsed a grey, human shaped mist floating towards us. I looked again and it was gone.
None of my friends had seen anything, some of them challenged me to prove it so I made a plan for later.
That night the moon was hidden behind granite clouds, stars were tucked away under a blanket of darkness, the animals were silent.
We crept down the shadowed stairs and stepped outside…