I did consider it, but so many of the non-writing jobs need two hands and/or involve moving real, raw manure, and in winter are done with gloves on. I'm sure the first thing that would happen is that I would drop the dictaphone in something nasty. Or one of the geese would try to eat it. Or the sheep, because they nibble everything. Fleece jackets with elastic draw strings are terrible - the sheep get a firm grip on the toggle, pull until they can't get it to come any further, and then let go, miraculously hitting the bruise from last time. As for the chickens, one of the cockerels has literally had my lunch off me because I wasn't paying attention.
I had to stop in the middle of writing this - rural broadband, best measured in bits/year and goes really flaky when the weather changes, or the humidity changes, or the temperature - but had a few further thoughts as I did the evening routine. Goose poo, as I discovered some years ago, goes through trousers amazingly fast when you slip and go down bum-first. My personal opinion is that it was trying to prove Einstein wrong about nothing going faster than light. Of course life in general suggests that when sh*t happens it happens fast. On the positive side, I am consistent - I both write and smooth slurry heaps by the seat of my pants.