Summer begins

The celebration is over. And the most wonderful family has returned back to their lives in Texas. It’s time to strip the beds, wash the dishes (again) and set things to order. Summer has begun. The piglets are watching for me instead of running from me. I’m sure it’s the creamy Maisy milk that has …

It’s dark and chilly. 40 degrees. We have more rain in the forecast. And it’s a little early yet, 0700, but it’s spring break so the kids are still asleep. The coffee, of course, is made and I’ve already had a couple of cups. A quick peek outside reveals no animal movement. Chickens are still …

Not spring yet

We are definitely back in the eggs business. The hens have been performing marvelously. I have contacted a handful of families to give them the good news. Everyone is happy. Fresh eggs are a spring tonic. Even if the weather hasn’t decided it’s really spring. Willow loves eggs and she is due with her big …

Skunk!

We have a skunk in the chicken coop. ¬† The boys saw the thing bouncing around inside the coop when they got home from baseball last night. I didn’t see it, but I smelt (is it “smelt”? or “smelled”?) it.¬†This is not good news. Skunks can eat lots of eggs and small teenaged chickens. Plus, …

just another dreary day

With the weather turning cold and blustery, I am turning inward~ toward my home. Home is always food. And loving people. Or I should say: people I am loving.   I’m also starting my garden in the basement. It’s early but I don’t care. Of course in a couple of months I’ll be frustrated trying …

Ice sheen

The snow has let up for the time being. And all that is left is the cold, the breeze and a bit of sunshine. Even though it is still below freezing, the sun has touched the drifts so that the snow hills look like big dollops of melting whipped cream. The pig palace has a …

New girls on the block

We have high egg needs here on the farm. We eat a fair amount, our animals eat a fair amount and we supply eggs for a few families in our church and neighborhood. So we need a lot of eggs. And I love chickens. What a coincidence. In years past, we picked chickens that had …