Well, it’s official. October marks one year since we started this blog. To be sure, we moved here last June, but it wasn’t until about now in 2016 that we started getting down to business with homesteading. We’ve learned quite a bit in this past year’s time. Reading will only get you so far; as much as I’d like to think that I know it all because I have Professor Google by my side, we’ve found that books and the…
The ducks are almost done with their molt. And by that I mean while they have finished growing out their wing feathers, they just haven’t resumed laying yet. We don’t do freedloaders around here; it’s definitely time for them to get on their game. Meanwhile, our chickens and turkeys had their wings clipped. We separated the poultry from the goats and put them in their own pen. For some reason, while the ducks were more than willing to comply, the…
I have intended to write about our decision to drink raw milk for quite awhile now. I’ve struggled because my thought had been to provide a well researched post with links to scholarly information. I have not been able to do as such simply because there isn’t relevant research out there. I don’t mean research that supports my point of view, I mean that legitimate, peer reviewed research that examines and weighs the risks and benefits of raw milk versus pasteurized…
Today was hay day. And no, I’m not referring to the app for your smartphone. Hay day means something entirely different around here, and it requires a heckuva lot more work than swiping your finger to feed your virtual livestock. Today, we had 100 bales of hay delivered for the goats. They go through 2 ½ to 3 bales a week, so this should last us through late April. I’ve talked about the rain we’ve had and the havoc that it’s…
Our girl Flora has had us stumped lately. Remember when Rachel posted about all those goat untruths? You know, where she mentioned how goats aren’t the crazy, acrobatic, aromatic, vociferous creatures as they are so reputed? Well, we certainly stand by all that, but lately we have been struggling with goaty milk. Pepper’s milk is every bit as rich and creamy as it as ever been; if Pepper was the only goat we had we’d never know that there was…