As I headed out with the older boys for barn chores on Friday morning we came across Thomas Jefferson, dead. It was clearly a case of curiosity killed the cat, as he got himself in a too small spot and strangled himself trying to get out. Not a good way to start off the day. The boys did not see him, and were quite solemn when I told them about it. Luke took in stride, but he’s been flying off…
Better late than never! Yes, I recently said we’d be scaling back, and we still are. The garden we put in is small, and since it was so late in the season the amount of crops we could grow were limited. It either had to be very cold hardy or have a remarkably short season, and preferably be a bit of both. So we have peas, carrots, sunflowers and pie pumpkins. Not a lot, but we really don’t need to…
In the sage words of Luke: “Four boys is a LOT of boys!” Yes. Yes, Luke, it is a lot of boys. But certainly – definitely – not too many. Peter Stephen was born to us late yesterday afternoon. He arrived in good health and Mamma is well. We’ve had a family joke these last few weeks that goes something like this: “When do you think the baby will be born?” Answer: “On its birthday!” I asked Daniel that on…
It’s Summer! I wish we were doing more this year in terms of beekeeping and gardening, but this year we chose to take on less and enjoy what we have going on at the present time. It wasn’t exactly a strategic move on our part, it was part out of necessity and part by accident. Either way, while I really wish that I had something new to report… I’m liking that I actually have free moments to spend with the…
Sometimes it seems like all our goats do is eat hay and cost money. I felt like that a lot over the winter when both Pepper and Flora were dry. Yet, even though it may feel like that after cashing out at Runnings, this is simply not true. These goats very much pay their own keep around here and then some. There’s the dairy aspect (which alone makes them worth it) and there’s the manure aspect that I’m sure a…