I fancy myself an effortless and elegant multi-tasker. I think that’s why homestead farming appeals to me so much. I see myself walking from garden to pasture swinging a wire basket of brown eggs, a bundle of carrots slung in my colorful vintage apron while I inspect the fluffy white sheep on my way in to make a delicious organic supper. But truth is, I’m prone to rather splendid explosions when it comes to tending all the irons in the fire. continued »
Wonderful preschool teacher Cheryl has come and taken Conrad and Bambi off for their big adventure in Madsion. Cheryl and her kids will raise the bottle babies for a few weeks and I’ve given them the task of figuring out how to tell the twins apart. The goats will live in the chicken coop in her back yard, which is perfectly legal in Madison. Not keeping goats in chicken coops, but having coops. continued »
Lazy Farmgirl’s Beef Brasato
I like to get started with this slow-cooker recipe sometime before noon. (However, the closer you get to lunch the better you’ll feel about having a glass of the wine while you’re cooking.) continued »
I don’t know. The only thing that could set the garden back more right now is a plague of crows! continued »
At four days old you really can tell the difference in behavior between sheep and goats. The goal of a lamb’s existence is to be as close as possible to its mother. The group moves as one animal at all times and if separation occurs there is insistent crying until the family is rejoined. continued »
Well, all of the bottle babies are outside for the day and they’ve really come into their own little personalities now that there’s room to jump and and prance and roll. There is just nothing in the world like a baby goat, though a baby sheep comes close. continued »
If you haven’t already met our Piggy Lou Harris, you can read about her here. But now she’s famous! continued »
Easter morning broke overcast and cold, but we had a house full of good friends, a crockpot full of beef short ribs and a stove loaded with ham. We headed off to early morning church and left the farm chores ‘til our return. continued »
Geraldine picked the worst time to deliver, relative to my schedule, which is probably not too high on her list of priorities. She is a bit on the ornery side. continued »
More guests arrived today, and my sweetest little doe, Cream – darling that she is – picked that afternoon to have her twins. continued »
