Mornings begin with Mabel, her big brown eyes pushing us out of slumber and into the barn to fill her feed box. I heat up water, take a few sips of coffee, grab Joshie, and hand Stewart the milking supplies as he heads out the door. We fill her feed box and give Stan some…
She has always had an easy way with animals. She doesn’t spook easily, unless Abby the goat is nearby, but then again that goat frightens me and I’m not three feet tall. Overall, she has always taken well to animals and they have, in turn, taken well to her. Her personality reminds me of a…
It is a backhoe week for Stewart, digging ponds and outhouse holes and other various projects. Haymaker’s punch is in order for hot days on big equipment (or in the garden). A couple of apron pockets full of black-eyed peas a day and we’re set for the daily homestead stir-fry. I forgot how much you…
This morning, after chickens were let out and goats milked, in that post-breakfast hurrah we seem to have every morning that tends to fizzle out just before lunch, it was chore time. The boys were strangely excited to move large quantities of manure from the barn and surrounding pasture and into the garden. It appears…
