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Tuesday January 5, 2016

bernie harberts falkland islands albatross rookery
The Falklands have a hell of a lot more birds, sea lions and fur seals than humans. These three king penguins saw us off on our Southern Ocean voyage. I am sailing aboard the wood ketch anchored off the beach.

The day has come to put to sea. Tomorrow two New Zealand friends and I sail from the Falklands to South Georgia. It may be a while until you hear from me.

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Saturday January 2, 2016

bernie harberts falkland islands albatross rookery
It’s shearing time in the Falklands. Here, a shearer tackles a double fleecer. No, it’s not worth twice as much. Read on for why.

The past weeks, I’ve been in the Falkland Islands helping my friends at shearing time. This means mustering sheep, packing wool in to a press and shooing the occasional jack ass penguin out from under the Land Rover.

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Friday November 27, 2015

bernie harbers south georgia paddle row boat
A farmer prepares for sea. Between voyages, I live on my farm. I just learned I’m going on a boat voyage. I’m starting to train. I’m using what I have on hand. I use this dinghy to cover my mule hay. Substitution is key – the ax and orange hunting vest are stand ins for paddle and life jacket

Why am I using an ax to paddle a rowboat perched on a bale of hay? Because I’m preparing to travel to South Georgia by boat. Think penguins, not Jimmy Carter.

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Tuesday January 6, 2015

allan crawford kiwi stockman horse
Allan Crawford: Kiwi stockman, drover and, for a spell, my boss in the land of the Long White Cloud. The photo is a slide I shot with my ancient Nikon.

January 5 was my birthday and it got me looking back through my old slides. Funny how life changes. Thirteen years ago I was living on an island in the South Pacific chasing cows with Allan Crawford. Ah, the life of slide film and a Kiwi stockman.

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Sunday July 27, 2014

bernie locust mail box
Finally a mail box. The locust post that holds the black metal box was harvested by mule

Over the years, I’ve lived in hammocks, boats, tipis and mule wagons. That’s made getting mail a challenge. Finally, I have a mailbox at my home. In the spirit of things, the materials were hauled out with a mule.

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Saturday May 3, 2014

Maggie and Woody in the American Sahara. They crossed the giant sand dunes on their walk across America.

I’ve written and read a lot of obituaries lately. In the span of eighteen months, my mother, dad, mule, pack pony and family dog have died. None of this comes as a surprise. The young are supposed to scatter the ashes of the old. Then they go on living. Potatoes are banked. Winesaps are pruned. Commutes are commuted. May be some ash slips in to the orchard.

Here are my thoughts on my faithful mule Woody and pony Maggie who recently died. ................

Thursday March 6, 2014

Farewell Bouquet: maple leaves grace one of my dad’s favorite views – the hayfield that runs to the Brushy Mountain hills that ring the family farm.

Sad news. My father, Arthur Stanley Harberts, died this week. He was 87. More on the incredible voyage of best friend, Dust Bowler, husband and dad is here.

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