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One month into our stay, wed managed to dispatch most of our charges. We executed the chickens. One of the cats disappeared, clearly disgusted with our urban ways. And Lucky the cow was escaping almost daily. It seemed we didnt have much of a talent for farming.And we still had eleven months to go.Antonia Murphy, you might say, is an unlikely farmer. Born and bred in San Francisco, she spent much of her life as a liberal urban clich, and her interactions with the animal kingdom rarely extended past dinner.But then she became a mother. And when her eldest son was born with a rare, mysterious genetic condition, she and her husband, Peter, decided it was time to slow down and find a supportive community. So the Murphys moved to Purua, New Zealanda rural area where most residents maintained private farms, complete with chickens, goats, and this being New Zealand sheep.