In some ways, all we’ve done in the past decade has prepared us for now! The Plague! We thought it’d be Peak Oil, or Climate Catastrophe (maybe it is Climate Catastrophe, by proxy), or locusts, locusts would be cool but harder for us to isolate from, I guess. But an honest-to-god plague? Well, …
I’m sorry I haven’t written lately, but I’ve spent every second of my life trying to figure out what to do with all these eggs. Here’s a chart generally showing the rate of growth from our girls. Hover over the points for milestones. Note: number of eggs may be approximations, …
Hello, Life, you magnificent wonder, bleating illustration of universal mysteries. The Native and I spent some minutes this morning trying to dislodge a baseball-sized mound of feces from the week-old undercarriage of this little black goat. Farming is sexy. And my nasal passages may never be the same.
There was a moment, years ago, when upon receiving the details of a new website project, I was told by the client at the time “yea, I could probably figure this out for myself, but I’m too creative for this.” It was neither the first nor last time I would …
We expanded the farm by about 20,000 members a couple of days ago, figuring there’s no use in growing our own vegetables and raising our own livestock if we can’t sweeten the deal ourselves as well.  The idea of helping to save honeybee populations appeals to me almost as much …
Our efforts to breed the goat were somewhat more successful than our attempt to impregnate the sow, as evidenced by the two insensate little white lumps on the floor of the goat hutch early last Thursday morning.  I’d been checking her for days – she was a first-time mother, and I …
I wasn’t in the market for a new dog, not yet.  Mud Season was high upon us, and I wasn’t quite finished being sad for my dearly departed sheepdog.  But the Squirrel hadn’t stopped talking about the dog, and definitely hadn’t stopped loving up any and every dog we happened upon, nor …
I caved and bought a hoop house, and not a modest one. Â I could live inside it. Â I have, in fact, lived in smaller spaces, as has been well documented on this very web site. Â Here’s a general schedule of our first few days with it: Friday: Â assemble hoop house. …
When we last left off, we’d sent our Sweetie Pig to go visit the boar up the hill for some good grownup fun, only to discover that she hadn’t quite let down her hair enough to get comfortable with the idea. The ensuing slapstick is already well-documented. We got a call some weeks …
This year’s Pig Slaughter came and went, and was something less of a redneck riot than last time.   Notably, though, in the interest of slowly extricating ourselves from the hallowed land of cash capital, we kept alive a breeding sow, and sent her up the hill to the lady farmer neighbor with a passel …
